Marisol brought a modest bouquet of flowers, not a business offer.

Brandon arrived with a new photograph for the silver frame I’d originally bought as a wedding gift.

It showed the three of us at Grandpa’s birthday lunch, laughing over our ridiculous cake.

When Grandma unwrapped the frame, she ran her fingers lightly around its engraved edge.

“It’s beautiful,” she said.

“Much better picture than the one it was meant for,” Brandon replied.

She gave him a gentle warning look.