Happy birthday, Margaret.”
“My birthday was six months ago.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you saying it now?”
He smiled.
“Because I have a lot of forgotten ones to make up for.”
I leaned against him.
Behind us, the lake reflected a thousand points of light.
Ahead of us waited music, family, cake, argument, laughter, and whatever came next.
For once, I did not need to know.
I only needed to walk toward it.
So I did.
THE END
