Chapter 23 - THE CAKE PHOTO
At twenty-one, William found the photograph of his ruined fifth-birthday cake in an old legal archive.
He stared.
Cody’s shoes.
Frosting.
Five crushed candles.
“You kept this?”
“No. The lawyer did.”
“Can we delete our copy?”
“Yes.”
The official case record remained where law required.
Our family did not need one.
We deleted it.
Then William laughed.
“What?”
“My cake was ugly.”
I stared at him.
“I worked three nights on that cake.”
“Those baseball diamonds were terrible.”
“Leave.”
May you like
He laughed harder.
Memory had finally become rude enough to be safe.
