Marcie dropped her head, a trickle of grief flowing in her, gently eroding her poise. It wasn't just a day. It did matter. But she was at a loss of what to do, or how to approach Kaden's grief.
Instead she remembered that other thing she'd been wanting to ask, and it had never been the right moment. That little insecurity that she would never be able to find out from the man himself.
"I don't know, turning twenty is a big deal," she said, still stroking her finger over the carpet for something to do with it.