Valerie searched for the scarf but could not find it. She wanted to keep it safe, as well as the things Max had given her, hoping to keep them safely as her precious and happy memories were with those things.
"Are you looking for something?" Frankie asked as she walked in with Valerie's dinner on a tray.
"Yes, where's the scarf?" She asked. "Did you take it to the dryer?"
"That, I folded it in the bag as well." She said, and Valerie paused.
"What?"
"I assume that was what was instructed of me." She said. "Did you not see it inside the bag?"
"I... I didn't check." Valerie said and lazily sat on her bed with her hand on her neck. She remembered Max's expression when he looked inside the bag.
The scarf was something he gave her out of love and care for her health yet it looked like she returned it. It was no wonder he had that broken expression.
"Did I do it wrong?" Frankie asked but Valerie shook her head.
