Just the look on Warren's face as he stood frozen in the doorway told her she shouldn't have opened that box. When he stepped forward to take it, she let it slip from her hands, not questioning or saying a thing. The creak of the bed made her take a step back, eyes on the floor. As she opened her mouth to apologize for snooping, he started talking about his mother's locket and how she'd given it to him as a birthday gift.<br/><br/>She looked up then, mouth closed, just in time to see him pull out the pocket knife from his father, then the little carved wolf meant for his little sister. The tears in his eyes brought a tears to her own eyes. She wanted to ask about his sister, ask what happened to her, but the tears that fell already told her. Feeling absolutely horrible, she moved to sit next to him. "Warren," she said softly, hesitantly putting a hand over one of his. "I'm so sorry. I...if I had known....I-I wouldn't have opened it...."