Tiny glitters of fake snow jiggle around the girl, and my chest rattles just as hard. I flip the snow globe, just in case it’s a lookalike, but the initials Papa had engraved at the bottom nearly send me weeping. N. A. But why? Why would Daniel keep this snow globe…for twenty-one years? He clearly said he didn’t. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that he actually kept it.
