"What did he leave for me?"
Robin saw the curiosity in her eyes and was a little remorseful.
He could not tell her just yet and tried shifting her attention to something else,
"You said his clothes had stories to them."
Sabrina's eyes lit, recounting her adventures with her father-in-law. To her, the man was her father, and never added in-law when addressing him.
She began shifting the clothes one by one until her hand caught one of interest to her, and she smiled,
"Yes. This one, I gifted it to him during his last Christmas with us. He loved it so much, he wore it a lot."
She held another one but did not remove it from the hanger. It was a black casual Lacoste.
"This one was something I bought for you but you came home drunk so I got upset and gave it to him. It wasn't meant for someone his age but he wore it and looked so good. I remember us taking a picture together."
