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CHAPTER 4 — A Rainbow Worth Waiting For

Six months later...

The Carter mansion no longer felt cold.

Children's laughter echoed through the halls where silence once ruled.

Colorful drawings covered the refrigerator.

Crayons sat openly on the dining table.

Richard canceled unnecessary business trips.

Every Friday became "Daddy and Chloe Day."

Sometimes they painted.

Sometimes they baked cookies.

Sometimes they simply lay on the grass watching clouds drift across the sky.

One Saturday morning, Chloe walked into Richard's office carrying another piece of butcher paper.

She hesitated.

"You won't throw this one away?"

Richard's eyes filled instantly.

He knelt in front of her.

"My sweetheart..."

He opened a large fireproof safe beside his desk.

Inside were dozens of carefully preserved drawings.

Every picture Mary had saved.

Every card.

Every paper flower.

And right in the center, protected inside a glass frame...

The crumpled rainbow drawing that had come out of the trash.

"I'll keep every gift you ever make," Richard said.

"For the rest of my life."

Chloe smiled wider than he had ever seen.

She handed him the new drawing.

This time there were only two people beneath the rainbow.

A father.

And his daughter.

Across the top she had written in careful block letters:

Best Dad Ever.

Richard hugged her tightly.

"I don't deserve that yet."

She kissed his cheek.

"You're trying."

Years later, when people visited the Carter estate, they often noticed an old child's drawing hanging in the main hallway instead of an expensive painting.

Some guests wondered why such a simple picture occupied the most honored place in a mansion filled with priceless art.

Richard always gave the same answer.

"Because every fortune I ever built can be replaced."

He looked toward Chloe, laughing in the garden beyond the window.

"But the day I almost threw away my daughter's love..."

"...would have been the greatest loss of my life."

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And from that day forward, no gift from Chloe—no matter how small—was ever measured by its price.

Only by the love with which it was made.

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