Michael was dumbstruck at the gift in front of him. It was a monogrammed diary, his initials gleaming in gold letters on the rich leather. He absolutely loved it. Elena was always so thoughtful. She was the best anyone could get. But he had to let go. He had to leave her, and he prepared himself to tell her that politely but firmly. There had been a warning. He had seen a comet pass through Orion’s belt just the previous night. It meant that this relationship would be harmful to him. Astrology was never wrong after all.