Chloe left her empty glass in the sink and went up to her room, her leather slippers scuffing on the hardwood stairs.

Tiffany carried two cups of decaf into the living room and set them on the low table in front of the couch.

She sat down close beside me and reached into a canvas tote to pull out a thick album bound in dark blue leather with gold lettering down the spine.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise,” she said.

She laid the heavy book across my knees.