The Billionaire's Regret
“I drew Mommy, Daddy Adrian, Daddy Sebastian, Salma, Bunny, Barbie, Uncle Javier, Grandma and Grandpa, and one mean bird.”
“Who’s the bird?” I asked.
“The one that wanted to take my gelato.”
“Makes sense.”
She pulled something from the front pocket of her backpack. “And look! I got a new charm.”
My hand, which had been fixing her hair, stopped.
Poppy held the small thing up to the light.
A unicorn.
A tiny pearl-white charm, with a pale-purple mane, a gold horn, and a small metal star hanging beneath it. Cute. Cheap, but shiny enough to make a four-year-old believe she had found treasure.