His voice was loud, carrying across the entire yard.

“I did not touch her,” I said.

“She tripped on the flowerpot while she was texting.”

Daniel pointed at the spilled soil on the upper deck.

“I saw you walk up right behind her,” Daniel said.

“You’ve been picking at her all afternoon over the food.

You couldn’t stand seeing her happy.”

I looked at the fourteen people staring at me from my own lawn.