He'd thought she was still in the wardrobe, trying on skirts that were too short and applying nail varnish. He'd picked up a little something for her on their last trip; a delicate glass box with her name etched on the lid. He wanted it to be a surprise, so he was going to leave it in her room.
He pushed the door open and froze, too shocked by what he found to move. The box fell from nerveless fingers and shattered loudly on the stone floor.