Always Second to My Sister, until Today
He set the paper bag on the table and said in a strained voice, "Heidi, this is that out-of-print art book you once saw at the foreign language bookstore. I got someone to track it down."
I gave it a glance.
Many years ago, I had stood in front of the bookstore window and stared at it for a long time. Clifton had said it was too expensive, then turned around and bought Jenna a limited-edition handbag at the same price.
Now, he held the art book out before me, like some long-overdue attempt to make up for everything.
"I pieced the scrapbook back together too, and I also cleaned all the photos. Heidi, I truly know I've messed up. Please come back with me," Clifton said.