Birthday Girl

***Hazel***

My sleep was interrupted by someone singing.

*“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Hazel.”*

The sound was deep, low, and close enough that it tugged me from sleep like a gentle hand. My eyes fluttered open immediately.

Victor was sitting cross-legged on his side of the bed, the faint morning light haloing his shoulders. In his hands was a medium sized heart-shaped cake, a single c