Detective Jack: S1-05: The Blond Angel

After most other forms of exercise, my muscles would be exhausted.

But this evening, as I looked at Abigail, I was overwhelmed with a sense of calm. With the endorphins ripping through me, everything about her seemed perfect. Her wry smile, her cautious eyes, all signs pointing to someone with secrets, but beautiful secrets they must be.

Looking at her, I thought there was only one thing to do. One question I had to ask.

I leaned over to the nightstand and began to rummage.

I found the box that had been waiting for so many years. The box that had so many memories. The box that brought so much sorrow and yet so much joy.

I took it out. As I did, I saw her eyes light up.

She knew.