“She dropped her house key off at my porch.”

Daisy held her fork in the air over her plate.

“Is Dad coming back to our house tonight?” Daisy asked.

I met my daughter’s brown eyes across the table.

“No, Daisy,” I said.

“He isn’t coming back to the farmhouse.”

Ben looked down at his new shoes under the table.

“Are we staying here with Grandpa and Grandma?” Ben asked.