Two things weren't. The silver bracelet he had given her-and her grandmother's pearls. Jesus bloody Christ. He looked again, just to be sure, dumping out the glittering junk and spreading it on his counterpane. No pearls. Certainly no string of baroque Scottish pearls, spaced with antique gold roundels. She couldn't be wearing them, not to an engineering conference in Sri Lanka. The pearls were an heirloom to her, not an ornament. She seldom wore them. They were her link with- You didn't, he said aloud. God, tell me you didn't do it!
In the excerpt, the character discovers that two significant items are missing: a silver bracelet he gifted her and her grandmother's precious pearls. This realization causes a wave of frustration and disbelief. He checks again, emptying out the contents on his bed, but to his dismay, the pearls, which hold deep sentimental value, are nowhere to be found. The pearls are not just a piece of jewelry but a cherished heirloom that she rarely wore, signifying a strong connection to her heritage.
The character's growing distress escalates as he grapples with the possibility that she might have worn the pearls to an engineering conference, which he finds inconceivable. He expresses his disbelief aloud, shocked at the thought that she could part with such a meaningful family treasure. The situation weighs heavily on him, hinting at the emotional significance of these items and the potential consequences of their loss.
