He never told her about the exhaustion.
He only told her about the party.
By the time they arrived at the pavilion, the sky was clear and bright, the lake reflecting sunlight in a way that made everything feel possible. Pink balloons were tied carefully along the railings, their ribbons curling in the breeze, while a long table held a cake shaped like a motorcycle with a tiny crown perched on top, the frosting slightly uneven because Thomas had insisted on making it himself after watching three different tutorials late into the night.Continue reading…