Helen remembered those gifts. She had wondered about the handkerchief before. It was touching that Nikola had kept it, that he still had it.
The dove...
Helen remembered when the white dove left Nikola. She knew for a fact he'd actually cried. When she came to him to help fake his death, she hadn't hated him, though she doubted she could really define everything. She was so damned closed off to everyone then.
Perhaps she should have stolen Nikola away to the Sanctuary...
Helen shook her head, she'd been doing a lot of 'what if' musings these last few days.
Despite the fact that her office was perfectly climate controlled Helen strolled in to get her work started with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders.