"We made dinner breakfast."
Because Liam had left me a trail, and I followed it.
When I got home, Ava and Ben were waiting at the kitchen table with pancakes they had made badly by themselves. They were uneven, half-burned, and soaked in syrup.
Ava grinned. "We made dinner breakfast."
Ben lifted his chin. "Mine is only burned on one side."
I looked at the washer in my palm.
Then Ava saw my face and asked, "Did Daddy help you find the bad part of the story?"
I looked at the washer in my palm.