Ethan clung desperately to his grandfather’s coat and looked directly at his father
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Chapter 14
Elise’s birthday arrived.
Previously we held formal memorial dinners.
That year I canceled it.
Mark was surprised.
“Why?”
“Because Ethan doesn’t need thirty adults watching him grieve.”
Instead we baked Elise’s terrible lemon cake recipe.
It collapsed.
Perfect.
Ethan laughed.
Mark cried.
May you like
I ate two pieces.
Memory became human again.
