“Dance with me. I have a few things I promised my mom I’d do.” I laugh, taking his hand, and he sings “September.” And I don’t think I’ll be reminded of anything else when I hear this song again, not considering the day is actually the twenty-first night of September. He spins me around as the drops sparkle down like glitter. Joy spreads over me as I join him when he starts the chorus. Zane grins wide, chuckling as I sing the high-pitched oh oh ohs.
