“These are better,” Vanessa said.

“You want the best for us, right?”

She smoothed down her skirt again.

“You didn’t need to throw them out,” I said.

“We spent a whole hour making those.”

Ethan stepped in between us.

He reached into the box and took out a glazed muffin.

“Look, she was only trying to do something nice for everybody,” Ethan said.