I didn’t promise that everything was restored between us.

Before we left, Robert told me he’d kept a photograph of the team at the opening of our second warehouse.

He sent it to my phone that evening.

There I stood in the center, grinning under a crooked banner, with a dozen tired employees around me.

Dad was at the far edge of the frame holding a plate of cupcakes.

I printed the photo and set it on my office shelf.