I carried the blue bowl to the table and set it down in front of her with a glass of water.

“You eat your warm porridge,” I said, resting my hand on her shoulder for a moment.

“Nobody is angry with you.”

“Are we going back to Grandmother’s house on New Year’s?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“We’re staying right here at home.”

I walked over to the kitchen counter where my phone lay face down on the tile.

I picked it up, opened my contacts, and scrolled to Aunt Helen’s cell number.