"That all sounds pretty accurate-- extreme respect? Really? How extreme we talking? Happy to see me? Really?"

A bashful glow crept across his face.

"Er. Anyway. Maybe I can help reinforce things. You didn't do anything wrong. Well, one thing, but if I'm honest that was something all parties were wrong about."

He walked over to a shelf, with a tattered photo album.

"I thought you might want this back. I tried to restore it. I really did."

Should she open it, when would find everything kept immaculately, minus a relatively beat up album cover, some faded images, and several lines of illegible text.