made people forget to buy milk.
We had never spent an entire birthday alone together.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Nothing happened.”
“That’s what people say before describing something expensive.”
She smiled, but her fingers tightened around the paper. I noticed a crease in her jacket sleeve, raspberry frosting on the bakery box, and the fact that she had turned her phone completely off.
Then she unfolded the page.
Across the top, in my twenty-two-year-old handwriting, stood one word.
SOMEDAY.
I recognized the list before reading another line. We had written
