“Happy Birthday, Daddy!” Jane is the first to say, tossing another handful of confetti from this little pink pail. I skirt around Connor to see his reaction. He’s smiling at all the children. He’s smiling. Rose is too. And then they lock eyes, and I swear the world slows for a second or two. The nerd stars are a powerful force while in orbit. I touch my cheeks, my dopey grin hurting my face.
