You already gave her one.”

“I owe you both more than that.” He glanced toward the double doors through which Brittany had disappeared.

“I didn’t know she made that promise.

She told me Rose insisted the cake be her gift.”

“I believe you.” I did.

His surprise hadn’t looked rehearsed.

“But I wish I’d told you before pulling that stunt.”

He looked at the cake again, where the missing scoop stood out like a window punched into a wall.