I had the backyard set up for Keira’s party. Our party. I strung lights all over the porch. I had our small bistro table and two chairs set up underneath them. Tea light candles, that I would tell my mom to light before we arrived, were spread all over. I had a Bluetooth speaker set up on the ledge, so that I could play the list of songs I had carefully put together for her special night.
I put her address into the GPS and realized that I had never been to her house. I was curious to see it, but I was always just so thrilled to be in her presence, that I never thought about it.
The further south I drove, the more confused I had become. Did she really live in this area? I must have put in the wrong address.
I checked my message from her and confirmed that I had the correct one the first
