He barely spoke. Every time Emma laughed or posed for a photo with someone, Robert watched her for a little too long.
At one point, I noticed him reach into the inside pocket of his jacket.
“Robert, what are you hiding?” I asked with a laugh.
He looked at me for a moment.
“You’ll see soon.”
I don’t know why, but something in his voice made me uneasy.
Then the cake arrived.
Emma blew out the candles, we all clapped, and I smiled at her.
“Make a wish.”
Emma closed her eyes for a moment, then laughed.
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