Crouching, I set the box down. Part of me wanted to stay to see her face, but the protector in me didn’t want to hurt her any more. The last thing she needed was me standing there waiting for my pat on the back for this. I’d done this because it was the right thing to do, not to win her back or get credit. She deserved it and she should always get all the goodness there was in the world—end of story.
