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Derek appeared with a tray of cupcakes, as if frosting could patch the crack forming in the afternoon.

“Who wants chocolate?” he called.

Brooklyn abandoned the bike long enough to grab one. Vanessa took a glass of wine from my cousin and settled into a lawn chair, jaw tight but quiet. Music played from the portable speaker. My father asked Derek continue reading …