“You’re right, Aunt Gwen,” Liam said.

“People are going to zoom in on those pictures.”

He paused, and the whole table waited, and my sister, who did not yet understand what was coming, wore the last confident expression she would wear that night.

“And when they do,” my son continued, “they’re going to see you holding a vape right in front of Maya’s face.

And taking money out of Dad’s wallet on the beach.

And meeting that guy behind the cabana while Uncle Mark was asleep.”