Probably His Wife

There was something about birthdays that made Arabella Quinn feel sick. Not just a little queasy or awkward feeling like what if Im not celebrated. No, it was a deep felt anger and self constricting type of pain. The kind of sick that made her hands tremble when she saw balloons or flinched at the sound of party poppers. It had been six years since her sixteenth birthday. And she remembered every second of it like it had just happened. The music had been loud-too loud, actually. Pop songs blaring through expensive speakers her dad had installed for the occasion.