ty," I found myself at a rented party house in an amusement park. The windows w

main event: a "whack-a-mole" style game, but instead of moles, the targets that popped up were pictures of my face, printed

into a deep kiss, then prompted Noah to hold up a large, hand-drawn sign that read, "DADDY L

just pulled the folded divorce agreement from her designer handbag and hand

paper airplane," she said with a dismissive

profound relief washed over