Chapter 101

Tilda

The tune of “Happy Birthday” vibrates through my body.

I close my eyes, leaning into Ethan, tipping my head back against his shoulder.

He continues to hum. And I reach up, clinging to his forearms.

He hums too many syllables for the name Tilda, and I smile through the urge to cry.

When he’s done, he releases his hold of me.

I bend and silently wish for more birthdays like this.

Good ones.

Perfect ones.

Then I blow out the candle.

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