His jaw tightened.

“That is everything you have to say?”

“For now,” I said, “yes.”

And I stood up — which, at eight months pregnant, is not a thing one does quickly; it required deliberate planning, a hand on the table, a strategy for the back pain and the swollen ankles and the baby using my ribs as a footrest.

I extended one hand to Lucas and one to Amelia, and I made my voice gentle, because whatever was happening between the adults, my children did not need to carry it.

“Come upstairs with me, please,” I said.