My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke

“Yes.”

“Why now?”

“Because I don’t know what Daniel will say next.”

That sentence almost made me cry.

Not because Carter promised to save me.

Because he had saved the whole recording instead of trusting anybody’s later version.

I put the envelope in my purse.

Then Daniel called.