I never mentioned Caleb or Tiffany.

Several months later Tiffany attempted to contact me with a short message saying she had made mistakes and wanted to talk.

I read the message once and archived it without responding.

I had finally learned that forgiveness does not require reopening the door.

One year later I visited our flagship showroom in Dallas and watched a young couple choosing nursery furniture for their first child.

While listening to their gentle argument over wood finishes I remembered the hundred dollar bill Tiffany once slid across the table.

She meant it as a dismissal.

Instead it became the cheapest lesson she ever purchased.