He looked over at his cousins, then back at me. “Grandma says we’re not as close as her real grandkids. The other kids won’t even talk to me now. I just want to go home, Mom.”

“What do you mean, ‘not as close’? What exactly did she say to you?”

“She said… I don’t look like them. That I’m just visiting. That maybe I don’t belong here like the others do.”

“Where is she?”

“Alicia?”

I turned. Betsy stood on the patio, still in her perfect linen, sipping iced tea like nothing was wrong.

I stormed toward her. Dave stayed with Timmy, but I could feel his anger radiating behind me.