“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

the intimate applause resonated like a triumphant roar against the Los Angeles night.

Later, as the jazz band played and Sofia sprinted barefoot across the manicured lawn with a fistful of frosting, I retreated into the grand foyer to catch my breath.

I stood before the mahogany console table. Two silver frames now rested in perfect harmony.

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