Marah finally looked at her. “Those pumpkin-shaped ones with the orange frosting and green sprinkles?”

For a split second her daughter looked like a little girl again, her dark eyes wide with hope, her lips curving into a hesitant smile. Years’ worth of parties were between them now, a net of shared memories.

“Of course,” Kate said.

“I love those cookies.”

Kate had counted on that. “Remember the year Mrs. Norman brought the same kind and you were so mad you made everyone try both just to prove that ours were better?”

Marah finally smiled. “Mr. Robbins got really mad at me. I had to help him clean up after the party.”

“Emily stayed to help you.”

Marah’s smile faded. “Yeah.”

“So, you want to help me?”

“Sure.”

Kate took care not to react too sharply to that. Although she wanted to grin and say how happy she was, she simply nodded and followed her daughter into the house and then into the kitchen. She’d learned a few things in the last turbulent year about dealing with preteen girls. While they were virtual roller coasters of emotion, you needed to be calm, always.

For the next three hours they worked side by side in the big country-style kitchen. Kate reminded her daughter how to sift ingredients together and showed her how to grease a cookie sheet the old-fashioned way. They talked about little things, this and that; nothing important. Kate was gauging the scene like a hunter. Instinctively, she knew when the time was right. They’d just frosted the last of the cookies and were stacking the dirty dishes by the sink when Kate said, “You want to make another batch? We could take them over to Ashley’s house.”

Marah went very still. “No,” she said in a voice almost too quiet to be heard.

“But Ash loves them. Remember when—”

“She hates me,” Marah said, and just like that the floodgates opened. Tears gathered in her eyes.

“Did you two have a fight?”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?”

“I just don’t, okay?” Marah burst into tears and turned away.

Kate lunged for her daughter, grabbed her sleeve, and pulled her into a fierce hug. “I’m right here, Marah,” she whispered.

Marah hugged her tightly. “I don’t know what I did wrong,” she wailed, sobbing.

“Sshh,” Kate murmured, stroking her daughter’s hair as if she were still little. When Marah’s crying finally subsided, Kate drew back just enough to look down at her. “Sometimes life is—”

Behind them the door banged open. The twins burst into the house, yelling at each other, making their toy dinosaurs fight. Johnny came in after them, chasing them down. William bumped into an end table, upsetting a glass of water that shouldn’t have been left there. The sound of shattering glass rang through the room.

“Uh-oh,” William said, looking up at Kate.

Lucas laughed. “Wil-lie’s in tro-uble,” he chanted.