“Fine.”
“You keep staring at Sophie.”
“She’s my great-granddaughter.”
“I know.”
Grandma looked at me.
For a moment, I thought she was going to say more.
Instead, she looked away.
“Enjoy the party, Elena.”
That answer bothered me.
Grandma was never vague unless she wanted to be.
Soon, Bryce called everyone over for the cake.
We placed Sophie in her high chair.
Her tiny paper birthday crown sat crooked on her head.
Everyone crowded around.
Phones came out.
Candles were lit.
Sophie stared at the flames with wide eyes while I stood behind her with my hands on the chair.
I looked across the room at Grandma.
She wasn’t smiling.
Then everyone began singing.
“Happy Birthday to you…”
Sophie clapped.
People laughed.
Bryce leaned toward me and whispered, “She has no idea what’s happening.”
“Neither do half the adults here.”
He grinned.
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