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

moving toward the coffee maker.

I nodded.

“Yeah.”

“She wants to come over around six.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Let me guess. Balloons.”

Mom managed a small smile.

“Apparently.”

“I told her not to.”

“Emily.”

She poured coffee into her favorite mug.

“You’re eighteen.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s why she wants to celebrate.”

I shrugged.

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