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.