Green beans.

Fresh bread.

I even took out the gold-rimmed china plates I normally used only on Thanksgiving.

Zachary noticed.

“Mom.”

“What?”

“You know Liam is just a normal person, right?”

“I’m aware.”

“You’re treating this like I’m bringing home royalty.”

“I am making dinner.”

“You polished the silverware.”

“Go upstairs.”

He laughed.

At four, the doorbell rang.