You Always Have A Choice

By the time we made it downstairs, we looked like any other couple—maybe even a little too perfect.

I was in a dungaree and Victor was in shorts and a white cotton shirt. We looked normal.

Too normal.

Mia was radiant, seated at the center of the room like the returning queen she was. A birthday cone was sitting on her head and a giant cake in front of her that you'd think it was her birthday.

Her