I’ll give her a gesture, I think. I rummage through my closet to try to find a necktie. I haven’t worn one since Ty’s wedding. Hell, I don’t even wear a tie when I have an art opening. Those shows are all about me anyway. Fuck anyone who tells me what to wear. But this morning isn’t about me. It’s about Emma and I need to make every effort to do this right.

I find the tie from Ty’s wedding. I frown, noticing that it doesn’t really match the pants I picked out ...