The Swan Dance
she whined, her pout melting into giggles as she finally accepted the cake from Janine’s hand.
Nearby, a young couple passing by gasped.
"What a perfect little family!" the girl cooed.
Janine and Nina ducked shyly against Michael’s shoulder.
Just then, above their heads, I heard it: Ryder’s scream, raw and piercing.
I spun toward the sound. My son was strapped into the drop tower, rising higher and higher, his throat already hoarse from crying.
Ryder had always been terrified of heights. Michael knew that. It was the reason he had refused to buy a high-rise apartment, choosing a lower floor for Ryder instead.
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