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

silence. I let myself feel the anger and the grief and the relief all at once.

Lena asked, “Are we still going to see Grandma and Grandpa?”

“Eventually,” I said. “But not right now.”

“Because of the cake?”

“Because of a lot of things. The cake was just the last thing.”

She thought about that. “I’m glad you kicked them out.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It made me feel continue reading …