I lost my wife the day our triplets were born—ten years later, we found a box on our porch labeled, “To my beautiful daughters. Love, Mom.”

it should, don’t let it.’”

She wiped her hands on her apron.

“So every year, I made sure there were three frosting flowers.”

“I thought you just remembered.”

“I did remember.” She smiled through tears. “That was the promise.”

“I thought you just remembered.”

Samuel’s workshop was the last stop.

Except Samuel was gone.

His daughter met me at the door, holding continue reading …