cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

happy birthday. She scanned the yard like she was shopping.

That was how she spotted the bike.

Emma’s bike leaned against the garage, just beyond the folding chairs. It was a new mountain bike, deep blue with black trim, the kind with shocks and disc brakes and all the things I only half understood despite hearing about them for months. Emma had saved continue reading …