He Mocked Me at My 30th Birthday — But I Had House Keys in My Pocket and a Secret He’d Buried for Years

up straight for the first time and realizing the ceiling was never as low as someone told you it was.

Nathan rolls down the window.

“Ready?”

I slide into the passenger seat. Keys in my pocket. Letter in my wallet. The whole road ahead.

30 looks good on me. But it looks even better when nobody else is holding the pen.