A Girl Never Missed Bringing Cake to Her Brother’s Grave—On Her 18th Birthday, a Box From Him Changed Everything She Believed About His Death

room.

“Your mother has rearranged those napkins at least fifteen times.”

I couldn’t help smiling.

“That sounds about right.”

For the next few hours, I tried to enjoy myself.

Friends arrived.

Presents appeared.

People sang.

Claire forced me to wear a ridiculous birthday hat.

I opened books.

Jewelry.

Scarves.

Gift cards.

Everyone smiled.

Everyone laughed.

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