A half-forgotten comic book sat in the back of the closet. It was ratty, well read, the page edges were bent and wrinkled, and the whole thing was tucked safely inside a collector's sealed bag.
"Gerald?" A soft voice called out for the twenty-four-year-old. As he entered the bedroom he looked at his gorgeous fiancee kneeling in front of the closet.
Phoebe had luggage laid out across the floor and clothing in piles around her, she was in the middle of packing for their upcoming cruise when she found the lonely comic book.
She pulled it out of its hiding spot and passed it over to Gerald. "Why on earth do you have such a destroyed comic book