One of my dad’s friends, a man who knew him from the country club, asked about the video. My dad laughed, a short, dismissive sound.
“Someone filmed a moment out of context,” he said. “You know how it is these days. People love drama. I was joking about kids needing to behave. I never called my granddaughter anything cruel. Cara twisted it because she’s still angry about that boy leaving her with a baby. She’s always wanted to blame us for that.”
My teeth clenched so hard my jaw hurt. James put a hand on my arm, grounding me.
“Where is Lily?” I whispered.
Maria frowned and looked around.
“She was with us in the car,” she said. “She must have wandered off.”
Panic flickered in my chest. Then I heard a familiar little giggle from down the hallway. We followed the sound to the den, a smaller room off the kitchen where my dad kept his books and his television. Lily was sitting cross-legged on the rug, my parents’ old couch behind her. In her hands was her school-issued tablet, bright screen glowing. She looked up when she saw me and smiled.
“Mom,” she said. “You’re just in time. I’m working on my project.”
I crouched down beside her.
“What project, sweetheart?”
She tapped the screen.
“‘My Christmas With Family,’” she said proudly. “Mrs. Anderson said we should capture real moments with our families and share them with the class. She showed us how to use the record button on the app. It’s easy. I set the tablet in the hall on that little table so it could see everybody. I wanted to show my class how we do dessert at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.”
I glanced at the screen. In the corner was a little red circle pulsing softly, and next to it the word “LIVE.” Below that, tiny profile icons and comments floated up in a steady stream. There were names of classmates, a few that looked like parents, and a viewer count that was already over one hundred.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Lily, honey,” I said carefully, “have you been recording for a while?”
She nodded.
“Since before we came in,” she said. “I wanted to show my class how we do dessert at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I set the tablet in the hall on that little table so it could see everybody.”