“That’s right.” She nodded, and her eyes took on a distant look. “I remember. They served us cake.” Bitterness boiled in my belly. Birthdays were the only things celebrated in the Family. It was a disgusting show, and if we knew then what we knew now about why they did the parties, we wouldn’t have been so eager to participate. “I feel so shitty for forgetting.” Eisley sighed. “You shouldn’t. It’s called moving on.” “Sometimes I feel like I died just as much as he did that night.”
