warning. “Make her stop crying right now, or you’ll regret it,” she hissed. Clare let out a sharp, mocking laugh, adding, “Maybe next time, don’t throw parties for children who think the entire world revolves around them.” My father just shook his head in disgust, muttering that it was “just a party” and that we were “acting like victims.”
In the silence that followed, Olivia blew out the candles. A second later, Clare placed the cake knife into her daughter’s hand, and my daughter stood by, weeping, as another child
