She Walked Out, and Ten Years Later She Showed Up With Expensive Gifts at a Twelfth Birthday Dinner

“It’s your drawer.”

She looked up at me and chewed the inside of her cheek for half a second before her face settled.

“I love the vanity,” Lily said.

“Good,” I said.

“Because it took twelve hours of sanding to round off those corners.”

Mark leaned against the door frame with a faint smile on his face.

“She owes you six bucks for the brass drawer pulls,” Mark said.

“Just put it on my tab,” Lily said.