Twenty-Seven
My birthday is tomorrow.
I’ve never been big on celebrating this annual event. It isn’t all that fun when you don’t have many friends or family to party with, and it’s just another day, really. Faeries have hundreds of birthdays—assuming our lives aren’t snuffed out early by some menacing magical creature—so why make a big deal of it every year? Despite having explained this to Tora a number of times, I know she’s planning something for tomorrow night. I wonder if she’s invited Ryn. I’m torn between wanting to be around him and not wanting to face the awkwardness between us.
Over the past two days I’ve spent most waking moments replaying the conversation Dad and I had the night he came over. I’m still amazed that he was right here in this house, sitting on our couch and dri
