Ava didn’t look up from her glowing phone screen.

She stood in the entryway, twirling her right sneaker shoelace around her index finger while looking down.

“Fine,” she said.

“Did you run the relay today?” I asked.

Ava stopped twirling her shoelace and looked past my shoulder.

“Dad,” she called out.

Daniel stepped out of the living room holding a black television remote.

“What is it, Ava?” he asked.