I looked at him.
Then at the list.
Then at the pie I had baked before sunrise because my son said he wanted me there.
For one second, I almost did what I always did. Smile. Swallow it. Help.
Then Vanessa let out a short breath that sounded too close to a laugh.
Something in me went still.
I took the note off the fridge and folded it once.
“All right,” I said. “If you want me to help tonight, I’ll help.”
Aaron relaxed immediately, which told me everything. Vanessa gave one quick nod and turned back toward the living room.

