I came up with a thousand-and-one reasons to not go through Eden's things. But, I only needed the one reason to go through with it: I was curious. I wanted to know what kind of man he was aside from a murderous psychopath that seemed dead set on breaking me down, atom by atom.
Gently, I set the laundry basket down and stood there, staring at the duffle bags. There were two, along with the bag that held all of Eden's first-aid equipment that he had pulled out to bandage my foot.
I crouched down before the first bag, unzipping it as I held my breath. I wasn't sure what I would find, but something told me it wasn't going to just be clothes and a toothbrush. There were a few shirts neatly folded on top, along with a bag of toiletries that seemed half empty; probably unpacked on the bathroom
