“On your twelfth birthday, I…” She pauses. “I took my first steps and walked straight into your arms. When I turned four, I started my first day of school and you were the only one wh-who managed to calm me down when I cried. M-m-my first school disco—” She nearly drops the piece of paper. Kade is stiff as a board beside me, emotionless, but I can see in his eyes that he’s battling how he feels.
