Benji tucked the worn green tail of the dinosaur under his arm and looked down at his toes.

“Did Jaclyn get you that strawberry ice cream before I got home?” Clay asked him, keeping his voice quick and light.

Benji didn’t answer.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and stared at the blocks on the floor.

“She told me she bought zoo tickets for next Tuesday,” Clay said, glancing over his shoulder at me.

“She had them saved on her phone.”

“She isn’t taking my grandson to the zoo,” I said.