Hamlet Hancock loved his wife so much because she was guileless and naive, often behaving like a child, the kind of person who didn't hold grudges and only remembered the good in others. He patted his wife's head with a smile and said, "I listened carefully, it's not a bomb. Don't worry, if it really were something dangerous, I wouldn't take the risk of opening it."
Ave Carlisle gave an 'oh' and stopped speculating.
Soon, the package was opened by Hamlet Hancock, and he poured the contents out.
It was a letter!
From its thickness, it seemed there were quite a few items inside.
"What is it?" Hamlet Hancock weighed it in his hands before tearing open the envelope. Then, he dumped the contents onto the table.
Photographs, all of them.
Looking at these intimately close photographs, both Hamlet Hancock and Ave Carlisle's complexions changed simultaneously.
