He brushed a few blades of grass off her white sneakers.

“Are you hurt?” Daniel asked, his voice thick with exaggerated panic.

“She shoved me down the stairs because I asked for a soda,” Ava said, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Daniel turned his head and glared at me.

The patio was completely silent.

Sarah Miller put her paper plate down on a green folding chair and took a slow step back toward the side gate.

“What is wrong with you, Claire?” Daniel asked.