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

room that morning, Lena standing on the step stool while I held the tape, both of us laughing when one end came loose and draped across her head like a ridiculous crown. She’d made a playlist the night before—some mix of pop songs I didn’t recognize and a few older tracks she’d stolen from my Spotify. The dining table was covered with pizza rolls arranged continue reading …