She tears open the thin rectangular box and pulls out a plastic card attached to a lanyard. “A ski-lift ticket?” She frowns as she reads. “Colorado?” “I thought the three of us could go there for a few days next week. I have a hotel there.” She reads the pass again and her face lights up. “That’s my birthday.” A soft expression unfurls on Henry’s face. “I know.” I hadn’t even thought of Violet’s birthday, so swamped with work and Christmas. But Henry did.
