The morning after Emma’s birthday felt like the day after a storm—quiet, sticky, everything out of place. The bounce house company came before nine. I watched them fold the purple castle into a tarp and thought about how easily other people take up space in our lives, and how neatly they pack up when they’re done. At noon, my phone rang again. “We’re on our way to Tyler’s party,” Jennifer said. I heard my mother in the background. “Tell Rebecca not to make this about her.” “Can Emma and Sophie c

Outtake of EMMAs birthday party🥳 🎉 | Joar Berge