“Did somebody throw the pan?” I asked.

“Dad left the drying rack totally full,” Vanessa said.

“I had nowhere to put anything.

If Dad had emptied it like he was supposed to, the counter would’ve been clear for me to work.”

“Vanessa, it’s me.”

“I’m not taking the blame for a messy kitchen,” she said.

“How did the black skillet hit Emma in the head?” I asked.

“The skillet was on the floor beside her.