He walked right past us, turned on the kitchen tap and started scrubbing the stainless steel sink hard with a yellow sponge.

He kept his eyes fixed on the drain.

“Thomas,” I said.

“Look at her face, please.”

My father didn’t turn around.

He breathed heavily against the window over the sink, fogging up the glass.

“Accidents happen in a busy house,” Thomas said over the running water.

“Let’s all take a breath.”