I sat on the edge of the mattress folding Lily’s soccer jerseys into small squares while the washing machine thumped in the basement below.

Lily sat on the floor with her legs stretched out straight, kicking her heels against the bottom drawer of my dresser.

“Dad said you were going to stay home,” Lily said.

I stopped with a red jersey folded in my hands.

“When did he say that?” I asked.

“On Sunday, when he dropped us off after dinner,” Lily said.

“He told Claire you wouldn’t come because you don’t like being around people anymore.”

“I like people fine,” I said.