But Emma thought for a moment, then her face lit up like she had just figured something out.
“No… I know what to do now.”
She sat at the kitchen table with markers, paper, glue, and glitter. Every now and then she asked me to help cut shapes or wipe up spilled glue.
When she was almost done, she asked me to sprinkle some glitter inside the card.
As I brushed the extra glitter away, I finally saw what she had written.
I froze.
That card… was going to change everything.
At exactly 2:58 PM on Sunday, Kyle’s sedan pulled up outside the house.
He stepped out looking like he was ready for a photoshoot: sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a neatly wrapped gift bag in his hand.
But he wasn’t alone.
A tall blonde woman got out of the passenger seat behind him. She was wearing a summer dress and heels, already holding her phone like she was ready to record something.