Chapter 6

Rachel carried an insulated food bag. Ethan held last night’s championship trophy against his chest, black athletic tape crossing his left shoulder.

Mark reached the porch first and unlocked the door.

“Breakfast is canceled,” I said.

Rachel looked from him to me. “Mark didn’t tell me.”

“He knew.”

Behind me, Sophie closed the car door but didn’t approach.

Ethan shifted the trophy. “Sophie, I didn’t know you had to go to the bank. We can come back another time.”

Rachel touched his arm. “We’re here now. We should clear this up.”

She crossed the porch toward Sophie, her face carefully…