like a man carrying a priceless glass vase he knew he had already dropped once before.
The birthday gathering was intimate. Just me, Noah, Robert, Logan, Carla the social worker, Rosie from the diner, and Mrs. Higgins from apartment 3B. I had baked cheap funfetti cupcakes from a cardboard box, haphazardly slathering them in bright blue frosting. Noah continue reading …