Iris — The Wedding Ring on the Table
But once, a delivery driver had brought boxes addressed to a company with a name he didn’t recognize.
Garrett had told the driver to take them to the storage room in the garage.
“I only remember because I helped him move a package,” Mr.
Ortega said.
“It was heavy, and he joked that his new business was going to make us all rich.”
Iris frowned.
“What business?”
“I assumed you knew.”