He Left On My Birthday—And Faced The Consequences At His Mother’s Funeral

it shut, eyes red, tie loosened, looking like he’d aged ten years since that morning.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing.”

He stepped into the room. “We need to talk about this. About today. About him. I know I messed up with your birthday, but—”

“This isn’t about one birthday,” I said, finally meeting his eyes. “It’s about five years of coming second to your continue reading …