She looked—or pretended to look—hurt by the gesture. But no one cared.

“Are you happy, Manu?” Flávia asked.

“Yes. Very.”

“Is there… anything else I could do to make your night even better?”

I narrowed my eyes, confused. The night had already been perfect. I could have asked for Jimi to be here with us, but that wouldn’t be wise—he still needed his rest and care. The most important people in my life were already here, and in a few minutes I would be with my son, telling ...