Later that night, I toss and turn on the bed, too worried about the FBI catching Michael that I forget that it is my birthday. Anyone in my situation would do the same, especially those who know what it feels like to be locked up behind bars.
Michael turns around to pull me closer to his body until my body fits perfectly on his own as he cuddles me.
"Happy Birthday, baby."
I am confused at first after hearing him, thinking that he is talking in his dream. But then I turn around to face him, only to see him flashing me a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
He blinks back at me in a dazed expression. "Don't tell me you forgot about your own birthday."
A simple calendar math tells me that he is right. Today is my birthday, and I did forget about it.
"Sarah?"
"Hmmm?"