My neighbor tore up my lawn with his motorcycle and acted like it was nothing — the next morning, a little “surprise” was waiting for him.

now I keep thinking about what that really meant.”

He searched for the words.

“Like if something can be replaced, then it doesn’t matter.”

“Like I only have to care about what something costs instead of what it means.”

He paused.

“And I think maybe I’ve done that with people too.”

Not just gardens.

I looked at him.

There was nothing polished about the apology.

No speech Dennis had written.

No lawyer’s language.

Kyle had arrived at the thought by himself.

“Yes,” I said.

“I think you have.”

He nodded.