I reached into the cardboard box one last time.
« There’s another one. »
Caleb was trying to balance the dentist mug on his forehead.
« Please be a yacht! »
I pulled the package out.
It was smaller than a shoebox, with faded cardboard, yellowed tape, and shipping stickers layered over one another.
One read:
UNDELIVERABLE.
Another had nearly rubbed away.
« There’s another one. »