He and Miles hadn’t had big Halloweens like this when they were kids. He’d told me the saddest, most adorable stories about making Miles’s costumes for him when he was a kid—only for most of the houses to close up early, and their bags to remain mostly empty. We were healing his inner child, one cavity at a time. And I couldn’t be mad about that. Especially when he made sure to give all the kids with beat-up sneakers the king-sized bars.
