“Look how far we’ve brought the company together.”

“The company was already big when we took those pictures,” I said.

“But it was a mess,” she said softly.

She reached up and touched the diamond pendant again, her fingers hovering over the chain.

“I just want us to be happy and safe, Garrett, forever.”

I turned another page.

There were clippings from the city paper, ribbon-cutting photos from the new terminal and little snapshots taken in the office parking lot on slow Friday afternoons.

She’d arranged every piece with careful precision, writing the dates and places under each photo in her neat, slanting hand.