“He said it’s where they’re getting married,” Lily said, kicking the chair leg harder.

“And he said Chloe and I get our own bedrooms on the top floor after the party.”

“He bought the house for the wedding,” I said.

“The wedding is in two weeks,” Lily said.

“Claire said the silver flowers came yesterday.”

My hand twitched on the warm handle.

The wooden spoon slipped out of my fingers and dropped into the sink, hitting the metal drain with a loud clatter.

By Saturday morning, the dew was still thick on the grass along the sidelines at the city park, soaking through the canvas toes of my sneakers.