“I went out every day”—Ben’s voice fluttered—“to look for him. I’m still looking for him, and I’m gonna find him. You didn’t look for him once. Not one time. You leaving presents in his room? Rushin out for that one last gift you made sure to forget? Throwing cakes away every year? Like he’s going to just show up one day? Now we’re fighting because I blew out some candles. You think he’s going to want this if he comes back?” Ben grabbed at the present that sat next to the cake.
