"Morning, Gramps."
"What's up, punk?" I hold out my fist, and he bumps it. "What are you guys doing here? Addie's still asleep."
He rolls his eyes as if I should know the answer.
"Charlie asked Mom if she wanted to help with pies today."
Of course she did.
"Are you helping too?" I ask.
He waves me away.
"Liam is taking me to the golf simulator."
Sneaky, Mom. Fucking sneaky.
Jade offers a small wave and reaches for the front door.
"Hey, can we talk for a second?" I ask.
She stiffens but releases her grip on the handle.
Coop slips by her, letting himself inside and leaving us alone.
"Sit, please," I say, patting the swing beside me.
She huffs but sits.
I don't know how to approach it delicately, so I drop it like the bomb it is.
"Kyler posted pictures from Friendsgiving on his public InASnap."
Her grip on the Red Bull can tightens, but all she says is, "Coop?"
"He covered all the kids' faces."
"And me?"
I swallow and lift my gaze so I can read her face.
"As soon as I saw it, I called him, and he removed it."
She nods and clenches her jaw, but remains calm, considering.
"Show me," she says.
"I, uh—"
"Don't play stupid, Mateo. It's not a good look on you."
Jade shifts in the swing, turning her body so it's angled toward mine.
"How bad is it?" she asks.
I take a deep breath, watching as the cloud dissipates between us, and hold my phone out to her.
I don't miss the slight lift in her lips as she studies the photo, but it's quickly replaced with a scowl.
