And I watched the performance falter against that silence.

Trent’s smile kept slipping and being hauled back into place.

Bianca’s chatter about the parking ran on a beat too long and then stopped, unmet.

Wade could not find anywhere in the room to put his eyes.

They had rehearsed a scene that required a certain kind of mother to play against, and the mother had not shown up, and without her their lines had nowhere to land.

Some animal part of them sensed it before their minds did — the way the ground had shifted, the way they had walked into something instead of arriving at their coronation.