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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