Daphne paused in the doorway, amazed at how a place she had lived in for so long could still astonish her.

When she first came to America, she never dreamed that she'd one day find herself married to a successful and handsome man, much less be living in an extravagant place like the Montana.

It was like a dream come true.

The enormous library in front of her was like something out of Walt Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Massive bookcases, easily ten feet tall were filled almost to capacity with books; each of them arranged by subject, color and size.

It would take her a lifetime to read them all but she had no doubt that Niles had flown through the pages of every book more than once.

The chime of the antique grandfather clock broke her concentration and she blinked; remembering why she'd come here.

Last night, she came downstairs to get David for his bath when she found him sitting in Niles' lap, smiling sleepily as his father read his favorite story Goodnight Moon. The sight made her cry with happiness and it took all the strength she had to interrupt the touching moment.

It was only after she'd tucked David into bed and kissed him goodnight that she realized that she'd forgotten his storybook in the library.

No doubt he'd want to hear it again tomorrow night.

Now, she feared that she'd never find it among the vast array of books but her worries were soon suppressed when she spotted the colorful storybook lying on the ottoman.

She opened the door to the adjoining office and paused mid-step when she noticed something peculiar. A stack of books sat haphazardly on Niles' desk, along with some papers that appeared to be important.

It wasn't like him to leave his work lying around. A disturbing thought filled her mind, but she quickly pushed it away. There had to be some explanation for this, but there was no sense in jumping to conclusions.

Taking a deep breath, she began tidying up his desk, fully aware of the risk she was taking. She'd gone through Niles' paperwork before-with disastrous results and almost lost him forever.

But now she worked diligently to straighten up the mess before he arrived home. Carefully she picked up a stack of books, annoyed when a folder slid out from underneath and fell to the floor; its contents scattered across the hardwood.

Feeling somewhat guilty, she bent down to pick up the papers, taking great care not to read what was written on the pages. Most of it was typed anyway; indicating documents of some sort that probably wouldn't interest her in the least.

Suddenly something caught her eye. Within the stack of pages were several sheets of paper, written in Niles' perfect penmanship.

Most likely it was a long, complicated letter to one of his patients. Niles told her that he often wrote letters to patients who had difficulty opening up to him face to face. She hurried to return the pages to their place, taking note that they had been folded and refolded many times over.

But as she did so, her eyes trailed to the first page as though taunting her to read the words. And that's when she saw her name, written in the greeting.

This was no letter to a patient.

This was a letter to her.