Although she couldn't be certain that the person was indeed James himself, given that he had been shot a month ago and his body was far from recovered, she still believed that he wouldn't trust anyone else to handle the safe.
In that case, he hadn't not come, he hadn't not seen the items she'd sent back into the safe...he had seen them, but hadn't taken them, leaving them behind like an obstinate child, almost defiantly.
At the same time, he left another item.
Holding that beautifully packaged large "gift," she covered her mouth, stifling a sob.
She hesitated repeatedly about whether she should open the gift.
In the end, she couldn't resist and still wanted to know what he had left for her inside, what it actually was.
