Nora had been clear that online confrontation would not help Hailey.

The next morning, my sister’s older daughter, Lucy, offered to make pancakes.

Hailey came into the kitchen in socks and sat at the far end of the table.

“Can I have two?” she asked.

“Of course,” Lucy said.

Hailey looked at me.

“What if I can’t finish them?”

“Then you can stop,” I told her.