My mother moved with the speed of a viper. She snatched the phone from my hand and, without a second of hesitation, smashed it against the hardwood floor. The screen shattered, the backlight flickering and dying.

“Don’t you dare,” Claudia hissed, her face inches from mine. “You will not ruin your sister’s engagement party with your drama. Miranda is innocent. This was an accident.”

“Are you insane?” I yelled, clutching Sophie tighter as she whimpered against my neck. “Look at my child!”

“Everyone out,” my father commanded, turning to the guests. “Just a misunderstanding. A childhood accident. Please, go back downstairs.”