She snuggled deeper into the covers, relishing the familiar scents that clung to the fabric: the oranges he ate every day, the sweet tobacco from the cigars he smoked when he was alone, the peppermint he used unsuccessfully to hide the fact that he'd been smoking. Though she hadn't had cause to be close enough to smell him since before her son was born, she would never forget his scent or how it always seemed to calm her down.