"them all very neatly, hoping" to fill the blank.
I remember folding them all very neatly, hoping there's going to be a secret note or something that would be written for me and just to me, telling me that she loved me, and explaining some secret, magical reasons why she had to go, you know. I mean, I still have this uncontrolled urge to just go out to people and say - My mother left me when I was seven. And that would explain everything.
At some points, you didn't miss a word, it was the character breathing.