Why she finally read Harry's letter she never knew.

For months it sat in a drawer near the couch like the telltale heart from Poe's maudlin story. Today, without thinking, she had awakened early and sat down with her coffee to read the paper, when an overwhelming urge caused her to open the drawer. The minute she broke the seal and removed the paper she caught a faint trace of his scent. The Aramis he always wore had permeated the letter somehow, maybe by intent. And just as her blood began to rise, the key dropped out of the corner of the envelope and onto her lap, catching her eye with its dull glint.