At the bottom of the purple block, in the shared notes section both accounts could see, Rory had typed four lines.

“Rory’s Note: Whole weekend booked for Madison’s prom events.

No Sadie schedule changes or requests allowed.

Full family obligation.”

I sat staring at the bright purple box on the screen.

My thumb rubbed at my index finger until the skin felt hot and raw.

I thought about Rory’s mother, Darla.

Darla was seventy-two and lived in a small two-bedroom house three blocks from the railroad tracks.