He started the SUV up. She didn't forgive him. No matter how much he hoped to hear that she did he understood. He knew he didn't deserve her forgiveness for all of the hurt he inflicted from the day they left all the way till the look that he saw in her face this evening. Not one sitting, one dinner, or ten dinners. Month or years, he could never fully forgive himself for what he had done. Facing Angela he would probable hear her angry words attacking his ears. When he looked into Bones' beautiful mystic blue he would remember that night. Even behind the wonderful curve of her smile will lurk the memory of that broken woman. He could not erase that night for either of them but he could try his hardest to fill the passing time together with smiles and love and apologies. He was driving, his mind astray concerning the mechanics of his brawl with the next move for him and Brennan when he noticed that he had lost sight of her car. Where had she gone?
She thought of the trapper keeper that she slid into the back of her closet after unpacking her bag from Maluku. She had pushed her confessions to the rear of her wardrobe. She had expected them to remain there until she had such a surprising reaction to the doctor's case. She had let her emotion spill with treats in Booth's front seat that night; which felt better than trying to file it away in her mind. But more and more she began to think of the letters. She thought of the smudges to the edges of the paper from her making it back to camp still with the muck of the day clinging to her. She would deeply concentrate when she would sprawl out like a child when she wrote of her days. She would think of his smile. That's when she noticed the words, she let the ink form on her paper, I love you Booth. When had she written that? She had to work so she pushed the letters from her mind as best she could and drove on.