"What's wrong?" Casey asked, sensing the change in my demeanor.

But I just shook my head and forced a smile. "It's nothing. Come on. Let's go," I said, and she followed as we walked into Gucci.

Casey squealed as we walked in and saw all the fine clothes and handbags.

We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping until evening fell and the sun began to set, sending shoots of orange, pink, and purple across the sky. By the time we finished, Casey had picked out a ...