John sighed and pulled out the card, a slow, soft smile smoothing the lines of tension on his face as he read Mrs. Turner’s flowery handwriting, breath catching at her final sentence: I’ve always believed that God puts people exactly where they ought to be. He’s brought you to Sherlock, and last night, He saw fit to send you to me. I hope Sherlock knows what a blessing you are. I certainly do, and I’ll be forever grateful.