“I spent four evenings putting this together for you.”

I opened the front cover under the yellow light of the floor lamp.

The pages inside were heavy parchment with deckled edges.

The first page had a photo of the two of us on the dock at the lake house two summers ago, right after we landed the state freight contract.

“Look how tired you were back then,” Tiffany whispered, resting her chin lightly on my shoulder.

“You were trying to handle every last detail on your own.”