“Landry,” I call again, and she finally stops. Not because I’ve asked her to, but because she’s out of breath. It’s difficult to cry and run at the same time.

I stumble to a stop next to her and pull her into a hug, and all I can do is hold her while she sobs into my shoulder. I don’t know where my mom is. I didn’t see her at the grave, so she’s probably with Doug at the cemetery entrance, ready to help direct traffic when the ceremony is over. Even though she’s not a patrolman.

Landry’s tears soak through my blouse. Her snot smears my shoulder. I stroke one hand down her hair, trying to calm her enough so that I can walk her back to the car.

Footsteps pound behind me, and I twist us around to see Penn headed our way at a brisk walk. Jake is on his heels.

“What happened?” Penn asks.

I can’t believe he hasn’t figured it out, because suddenly it seems to make so much sense. The Cryer account. His baffling paternity test results. The baggy sweaters Landry’s been “borrowing” from me.

“She’s the mother,” I whisper over her head as Jake jogs to a stop next to me.

“Is she okay?” he asks, and I can tell with one look at him that he hasn’t figured it out either.

“She’s fine,” I say, and Penn only stares at me, shock shining in his eyes while he tries to process what I’ve just said.

He shakes his head slowly—denial? confusion?—and I can only blink at him.

“I’m going to take her home. Can you give Jake a ride, please?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll ride with Cameron,” Jake says. “Call me later?”

I nod, and he gives Landry one more sympathetic look, then he heads back to the service, where I can see people filing past the coffin now. Leaving flowers and teddy bears.

Penn hovers behind Landry, like he’s not sure what to do for her. His hand rises, as if he’ll pat her shoulder, but then he lowers it again and gives me a helpless look. “I have to drop Daniela off,” he says at last. “Then I’ll meet you at home.”

“Can you call Mom on the way?”

“No!” Landry pulls away from me, aiming a terrified, teary look at us both. “You can’t tell her.”

“Lan, we’re way past that. We have to tell her.” I take her by the shoulders while she wipes tears from her cheeks. “She thinks Dad cheated on her with a teenager. We have to tell her the truth.”

“She’ll be so upset,” Landry sobs.