By noon, balloons floated gently above the tables—soft pink and warm gold. Streamers curled around wooden beams, swaying lightly in the breeze. At the center sat a homemade cake Andrew had stayed up all night to finish. It showed a small princess riding a red motorcycle beneath a painted sunset sky.
At twelve-thirty, the chairs remained empty.
At one o’clock, the parking lot showed no sign of movement.
At one-thirty, Lila stopped pretending she wasn’t watching the entrance.
What Children Notice
Andrew still wore his sanitation uniform.
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