“Clover and I have been checking out weather apps obsessively all week, terrified that Mum’s big day would be spoiled by buckets of rain. Or even hailstones or snow — the weather has been so weird lately. But it’s sunny, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. Sun, in Ireland, in April — it’s a miracle! I sigh with relief. It’s a good omen — it just has to be. Plus, it’s also my birthday. Another good omen. “Happy birthday, Amy,” I whisper to myself. We’re celebrating next weekend on account of the ...wedding, and I can’t help feeling a little down. It’s not every day that you turn fourteen. Fourteen! It sounds so much older than thirteen. Like the difference between seventeen and full-on-adult eighteen, the biggest jump there is. Still, it’s Mum’s special day and I don’t really mind waiting to celebrate my birthday. Well, only a bit. I check my phone. Two “happy birthday” messages — from Dad and Mills. I’m glad they’ve remembered. Then I hear a scuffling sound and low, hushed voices outside my door, followed by Alex’s frantic giggling.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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