I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

fists.

Brittany didn’t move.

I did.

I set the cupcake tray down and picked him up. He was warm and sticky and had a paper crown bent over one ear. He settled against my shoulder after two angry hiccups.

My mother watched that. So did Denise.

So did everybody.

Brittany said, “Don’t hold my son right now like you’re some kind of hero.”

I looked at her over continue reading …