“Good luck with the Smiths,” Amy said. “Remember, they have no control over you anymore.”
I tried to smile. I dreaded seeing them again, but I suddenly had something else to worry about.
On my way out of the apartment, I spotted a calendar on the wall next to the door and groaned.
Today was the 17th. I had utterly forgotten Victor’s birthday. He turned twenty-six today.
I should have brought him breakfast in bed this morning.
“Ugh! I didn’t even say happy birthday,” I grumbled and smacked myself in the forehead.
“Happy birthday to who?” Amy asked. “What’s the matter, Daisy.”
“Today is Victor’s birthday, and I forgot all about it until just now,” I explained.
“You can bring him to the restaurant tonight,” Mr. Gray suggested. “I’ll create a special menu for the two of you, including
