I crouched down and pulled her into my arms.
“Because he kept something important from me. But I’m not mad at you,” I said, whispering into her hair.
“Did I do something wrong? I heard my name.”
“No, baby. You did everything right.”
She studied my face for a moment, then turned to Tara.
“Can I have some cake now?”
“Come on, birthday girl,” Tara said, smiling at her. “I’ll give you the biggest slice.”
Evelyn took her hand and skipped off, her bunny tucked tight under one arm.
“I won’t stay where I’m not wanted,” Eliza said.
“Then don’t,” I said, walking to the front door and opening it.
