She backed out with two taps on the horn, which is as close as my sister comes to saying she loves somebody.

Lauren arrived at ten past six with a cracked phone in one hand and a canvas bag in the other, her face already crumpling before she had both feet in the kitchen.

“I mean, I brought the tea,” she said.

“That’s the whole reason I came.

I brought tea, and I’m so sorry, Mom.

I keep going over the part where I gave him the code, I keep—”

I put my hand up.