Reinette was so lost in the images she did not initially hear Jack approach. But something in his tone sent her eyes immediately up in search of his own. What she saw there did not ease the vague discomfort that had been pooling in her core for some time.

Whatever this was, whatever they were? It was intensely personal. That much was clear. Her fingers closed over one image that contained Jack and two other people.

She also battled the need to apologize.

"The box was on the bed, I believe. I knocked it over accidentally."

She did not look away from his gaze.

"What are they?"

She might have been inquiring of the physical images, or the people within them. It was difficult to say.