Max checked his reflection in the glass of the microwave door, then shook his head.

“No time.

I have to help Lily pack her weekend bag.”

He walked into the living room, and I followed him, picking Lily’s crumpled socks up off the rug.

“We have a huge weekend planned,” Max said, opening Lily’s small blue suitcase on the couch.

“Claire has us running around to florists all day tomorrow.”

“Is everything set for May fourteenth?” I asked, setting the clean laundry on the cushion beside him.

“Almost,” Max said, smoothing down the corner of a folded shirt.