My Husband Left Our Seven Sons for My Sister—Then Our Eldest Sent His Wedding a Box With One Promise at the Bottom
“You did that?”
“Years ago.”
“That doesn’t answer whether you did.”
He reached for the wrapping and flattened it while she opened the next parcel.
The truck rested in her palm.
“Elliot’s,” she said, reading the note about the grocery store.
Marjorie added that Daniel had been delighted to find it.
He had told the family he’d saved the day over a toy small enough to lose inside a coat.