Darren’s expression softened from her words. Something SENTIMENTAL-he understood that. He knew A LOT of people who held onto items of lost loved ones, it was the last thing they had to remember them by, no matter how MESSY or DAMAGED the item was. He took a few steps closer to her, “There’s actually a book at the library I work at that has the perfect way of getting blood out of clothing,” I definitely had to read that book once or twice. His lips twitched into a soft smile, “Come on, lets go get that sweater cleaned up.”