At My Parents’ Anniversary Party, One Insult—and One Letter—Changed Everything

A second later, the spoon slipped from my hand and clanged against the pot.

“What?” Emma asked, looking up from her homework at the table.

“You—” My voice came out strangled. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Emma, you placed third.”

She blinked. “Third in my age group?”

“Third overall,” I said. “Nationwide. Out of five thousand entries.”

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