It was easier said than done.
Virginia did close her eyes, and she took long, deep breaths as he had suggested, but how could she relax when she could hear him moving about the room and—yes, that small squeak was the familiar and always thrilling sound of the toy box being opened. One of the hinges always creaked a little.
What was Anando pulling from the box? What did he have in his hands as he walked back to her?