Chapter 158

The celebration came quietly.

No balloons.

No party invitations.

No glitter-covered banners.

Just a folded sheet of paper pulled carefully from a backpack.

“I got something,” the older one said, trying—and failing—to hide the smile stretching across their face.

Daniel looked up from the sink. “Oh?”

She dried her hands and walked closer.

The paper was creased at the corners, slightly smudged, like it had been opened and refolded several times already.

“Read ...