I knew what it said before consenting to send it.

Elliot did not have to conceal a parcel from me to make the moment meaningful.

The part that would surprise Claire was what Daniel had once said about his own life.

The original returned to its envelope in my drawer.

Saturday morning, we packed the final version on the garage workbench.

Elliot wrapped the pacifier, placed the truck carefully, and slid the receipt copy and forms between cardboard so they wouldn’t crumple.

He checked the note on the lake drawing twice.