“Daddy told you that in the car?” I asked.

Sophie gave a quick, small nod.

“He said maybe you’re tired of living in the big house with us,” she said.

“I’m not moving anywhere, Sophie.”

She looked up at me then, her round blue eyes damp at the corners.

“Did you get mad at Daddy about the money papers?”

“No,” I said, popping the latch with a sharp click.

“Nobody’s mad.