She considered that.

“Mom said it was a surprise.

We made you a card on the helicopter, but the glitter got everywhere.”

Someone near the dining room gave a startled, involuntary laugh.

No one else moved.

The woman in red spoke first.

“Terrence, tell me what is happening.”

“Sabrina,” he said, “I don’t know.”

“Then start with what you do know.”

I appreciated her steadiness.

I had expected a rival eager to join the family spectacle, not a woman demanding facts.

Terrence looked at me.

“You told me you were pregnant.”

“I did.”