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

I eased the truck down to a crawl two houses short of my driveway.

Fifty yards back in the tree line, pulled off the dirt shoulder where the low pine branches drooped, sat a bright red sedan with new chrome trim.

It was tucked far enough into the brush that no one driving by on the main road would ever spot it.

I pulled the truck onto the gravel in front of my detached woodshop.

Rob’s shiny red car sat right there in the shade of the pines, twenty yards from our back fence.