cardstock. He looked like he had seen a ghost.
He sat there in total silence for what felt like an eternity, his eyes scanning the message over and over again. It was as if he were trying to decode a language he had never heard before, or perhaps he was searching for a way to make the words on the page mean something else. The jovial birthday mood evaporated instantly.
“Adrian?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I set the spatula down and walked over to him, my heart
