She didn’t look at me.

She dropped the heavy ring of keys right into Richard’s callused palm with a sharp clink.

Richard took the key ring and walked down the last porch step, moving past Ethan to where I stood.

He held out his arm and laid the keys in my waiting hand.

“Take care of the boy, Camila,” Richard said softly.

“Thank you, Richard,” I said, squeezing the metal fob tight in my palm.

“We’re taking care of it, Richard,” my dad said quietly to Ethan’s father.