“You’ve cut him out.”
She scrolled, then held her phone toward me. There was Andrew, holding the birthday cake.
Then I picked up my phone and called Daniel.
It rang once.
“Em? Andrew’s here,” Daniel said.
It rang once.
“Bring him back. His mother is here, and I have something he needs to see. She’s going to explain it in front of both of us.”
“We’re on our way. Twenty minutes.”
I set the phone down.
My mother-in-law’s smile had gone thin.
“Bring him back.”
“Honey, you’ve had a terrible day,” she said, in her best soothing voice. “Why don’t you rest first? We can sort this out tomorrow.”
“No.”
“You’re exhausted.”
“Why don’t you rest first?”
“I am,” I said. “And we’re doing it now.”
***
Andrew came in first, with Daniel a step behind.
His eyes were red.