“Nine.” She wrung out the cloth and hung it over the divider.

“Nine months and change.”

Then she took her phone out and walked into the hall, and I heard the word bunk once before the door clicked shut.

Lucas came in from the garage at six with his shoulders up around his ears, rubbing the back of his neck, and Gemma already had the folder open on the dining room table.

“The van,” she said.