“What loud house?” Kevin asked, looking up from his own untouched plate.

“Grandma said there’s a big party with thirty people on Sunday,” Brooklyn said, her steady gaze moving from Kevin to me.

“She said everybody has to be there or Aunt Melissa will cry.”

Kevin went completely still, his hands resting flat on the laminate tabletop.

“Nobody’s going to any party tomorrow, Brooklyn,” Kevin said softly.

“Grandma sounded really mad when she talked on her phone,” Brooklyn whispered.

“She said Mommy was being selfish.”