“I Bought My Daughter the Cake She’d Dreamed About for Weeks — and That Was the Last Normal Moment”

into the middle of the cake.

Full palm. Full force. Like he was trying to break through to the other side.

Frosting shot up and out in dark blue globs. The silver topper tilted, slid sideways, and fell onto the tablecloth. The carefully piped constellations collapsed under his hand, leaving a crater where the center used to be. His fingers were buried continue reading …