Just before I blew out my Sweet Sixteen candles, Janie leaned in to whisper, “Kate, you can stop Uncle Tyler right now, you know? You don’t have to let him do that any longer.”
Everyone sang, then Mom cut the cake. My dad and stepmom gave me an iPhone. Andrew’s coupon said ‘No Brothering for One Week.’
Tyler had seconds of the cake. Less than an hour later his face contorted and he clutched his chest.
In the ER, Janie whispered again, “I never knew it would be so quick.”
I thought, Eight years of wishes is nowhere near quick enough.