BONUS SCENE
Penny
I balance the cake knife on my palm and tell myself not to hyperventilate over buttercream. The river is talking tonight, soft water against stone, a husky little song that makes the twinkle lights above the clearing feel like they’re breathing. Mason jars glow on the tables. Somebody strung paper moons from the willow branches. The whole Pack showed up in their good boots, which is to say they’re all scuffed and beloved.