The portable speaker was playing a quiet acoustic song.

Fourteen guests turned their heads toward the deck at exactly the same time.

Ava sat up on the lawn and pointed a finger straight at my chest.

“She shoved me right in the back,” Ava yelled.

“I was just standing there.”

I stood on the bottom step holding the cold glass pitcher.

“I was five feet away from you,” I said.

“You tripped over the planter.”