Set into the middle of the frame was a photograph of Brandon and Lisa at one of her soccer games, both of them grinning, his arm around her shoulders.
And across the top, in crooked cut-out craft letters, it said:
MY NEW DAD & ME.
I put my hand over my mouth.
“It was supposed to be your wedding present,” Lisa whispered, staring at the floor. “I made it for you. It was supposed to be a surprise for after.”
Brandon lifted it out of the suitcase, so carefully, like it was made of glass instead of cardboard.
“It’s perfect,” he said, his voice thick. “It’s the best present anyone’s
ever given me.” Then he
