The next morning, I again couldn't see what was in there instead of the wallet. Caleb was up much before me, had showered and was sitting reading a book in the corner of the room when I woke up, which was surprising, but not so much. Caleb always had nights where he had sleep issues. Not big ones like Zach had dealt with, just slightly disturbed sleep.
Hence, I had no time without him. Although when I opened that drawer of my wardrobe before going into shower, I could see the box. It was a rectangular cardboard box, and I knew why I easily mistook it aa his wallet.
I had sighed when I saw it, even though I didn't get to open and see its contents- which I probably shouldn't. It could be personal and we trusted each other, valued each other's personal space. But, I had another problem to
