Abigail squeezed his hand back. "Yes, that and creating a new life." It may not be the one she'd planned with Hannibal, but in many ways it was better. She looked at him and smiled as he kissed her fingers. "That's a wonderful gift to have. I don't sculpt, but I draw. The person who taught me, he had it all in his head too. He could create so much detail with a pencil." She nodded and glanced at the rose again. "It will. I'll find a special spot for it in my room." It would add to her collection of photos and other things that gave her comfort when she was brave enough to sleep in her own room.