THE school’s auditorium buzzed with noise— children running around with posters, parents settling into seats, teachers directing the chaos with harried expressions. Streamers of bright colors hung from the ceiling, and each child had their own little display table for the projects. It was lively, messy, full of excitement, the kind of environment Hazel and every happy child thrived in.
Hazel stood proudly beside her project board, clutching her cue cards, her small face glowing with anticipation. Today was the day she would present. Today was the day her father had promised he would show up.
Amelia held her daughter’s hand, dressed smartly but comfortably, blending in with the crowd of other parents. She had every intention of keeping the moment about Hazel, not about her own complicated
