That was the moment Tom put his fork down.
Mark dabbed his mouth with his napkin, set it beside his plate, and stood.
He didn’t rush.
He didn’t raise his voice.
“Before dessert,” he said, “there’s something everyone needs to see.”
Brenda laughed once, a sharp little sound of disbelief.
“Mark, don’t be ridiculous.”
He was already walking to the living room, pulling the laptop from its case.
Dana shot me a questioning look.
I didn’t answer.
I just took Leo’s hand and followed.
One by one, the rest of them drifted in, carrying the tension with them.
Mark connected the laptop to the television, picked up the remote, and pressed play.
The first clip filled the screen.
It was Lily in a hospital bed wearing a paper bracelet too big for her wrist.
She was smiling because I was filming, but her eyes were tired and her scalp showed through the thin new patchiness at her part.
