She's folding laundry when she finds the first card, it's weight familiar in her fingers. She smiles at the rush of memories. Her Queen of Hearts.

An ace of spades peeks from behind the teacup she always drinks from after giving Olivier his bottle. A jack of diamonds hides under her gloves. A two of clubs on the edge of the playpen. Fifty-one cards in his sharp scrawl ease the anxious waiting during his first mission.

But it isn't until night when he is home, safe in her arms, that she breathes her relief and clutches her King of Hearts.