The kitchen was thick with the scent of vanilla frosting and the electric hum of a household on the brink of a milestone. On the morning of Evelyn’s fifth birthday, Chanel stood by the counter, watching the sunlight catch the iridescent surfaces of “5” shaped balloons that bobbed rhythmically against the ceiling. In the center of the living room, Evelyn—a child …
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