Trevor set his coffee cup down on its saucer so hard that black coffee splashed over the rim onto the tablecloth.

“Sadie just got mixed up about her drawing papers last night, Mom,” Trevor said fast, reaching over to pat Sadie’s shoulder.

“She thought she’d lost her school art folder.”

Colleen didn’t look at Trevor; her cold eyes stayed locked on Sadie’s face.

“There’s no need to bring up messy grown-up paperwork at the breakfast table,” Colleen said, smoothing her paper napkin across her knees.

“I gave the blue envelope to Mrs.