I close my eyes and turn my face to the sky, trying to force an epiphany or even just a metaphor about sending things out into the water to go on their own journey, but I draw a blank. I hear chatter from a distance and spot a pair of figures walking in my direction, so I quickly turn the plastic bag inside out and dump the three other perfume bottles in the canal. I search for a sense of triumph as I walk on. Four fewer potential opportunities for me to smell Jen. That was a fantastic idea.
