paper. I tear the tissue paper away and fall against the back of my
chair.
There’s a picture of Ellen DeGeneres on the front. The title is
Seriously . . . I’m Kidding. I laugh and then open the book, gasping
quietly when I see it’s autographed. I run my fingers over the words of
the inscription.
Lily,
Atlas says just keep swimming.
—Ellen DeGeneres
I run my finger over her signature. Then I drop the book on my
desk, press my forehead against it, and fake cry against the cover.