“I was about to burn them.”
He drew a long breath of relief.
“You know what they are?”
“Yes. I read them.”
“I was afraid you would. You have spoken to no one.”
“No,” proudly. “Hardly. After what I went through.” And, with an air of restraint, she told him everything.
He listened, a serious look in his eyes.
“It was my fault. I should have left them in the machine. I got away scot free.”
“Yes, I know. I saw you.”