Debbie holds a finger up. “Oh, that reminds me. I got something for you.” She disappears inside her home for a moment before emerging with a small box wrapped in green paper. A white bow adorns the gift with a sealed envelope tucked underneath it. “Here,” she says, handing it to me. I take it from her and look down at the envelope resting on top. Peyton is written on the front of it. I know immediately that it’s Robbie’s handwriting. I don’t know how I know that but I do. It’s a little sloppy but still legible.
