skin. Human 401(k). Funny how the truth sounds when wrapped in a joke.
When the waiter brought out the birthday cake—a small wedge with a single candle—Hannah’s face lit up. The table sang an uneven version of “Happy Birthday.” I smiled, made a wish that wasn’t really a wish, just a plea for peace, and blew out the candle.
That’s when Logan moved.
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