“I think Anita’s hoping they have one,” Bree said. “She thinks Ava’s going to make it.”

I looked up from my plate to see both of them staring at me.

“Don’t look so surprised, Alex,” Nana said. “You knew they’d push for this.”

“Let them,” I said. “We still need to get Ava into a real foster home before she gets too settled here. Or too attached.”

Nana threw down the flyer and envelope she was holding. “Well, isn’t that just typical!”

“What?” I asked.

“Apparently, it’s obvious to everyone but you that Ava is already attached to this family,” she laid into me. “And most of us are attached to her!”

I set down my plate and rubbed my eyes. The last thing I needed right now was a lecture from my grandmother. Or a fight. I was home.

“Nana, I can’t tell you how bad the timing is.”

“And, Alex? I can’t tell you how little I care what you think right now. Why do you suppose Ava never smiles at you?” she said. “Why do you think the conversation always drops off when you come into the room? It’s because you’re never here! You think she’s that way with everyone?”

“Excuse me, but I’m trying to help bring two kids home to their parents,” I said, barely holding onto my temper.

“Oh yes, because nobody else is working on that one. Excuse me, but those Coyle children have thousands — thousands — of people looking out for them right now. What does Ava have? She’s got us, that’s what.”

“That’s not fair,” I said.

“Well, someone let me know when everything gets fair around here.”

She snatched the copy of Precious off my lap like she didn’t even want me touching it and she left the room. A second later, I heard the basement door open.

“Who wants ice cream?” she called out, like nothing had happened, and a small army of feet started up on the stairs. “I’ve got Chunky Monkey, Mint Chocolate Chunk, Cookie Dough …”

I took a deep breath. Then I took another.

“What a great day,” I said.

Bree gave me a sympathetic smile. I could tell whose side she was on, but she wasn’t going to beat me up about this. Not right now, anyway.

“Come on, tough guy,” she said. “Let’s go put some Mint Chocolate Chunk on it. You deserve it.”

SLEEP WAS APPARENTLY out of the question that night. With Bree off working another graveyard shift, the bed seemed way too big and I was left alone with my thoughts. Including thoughts about poor Ava.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ethan and Zoe’s dirty, emaciated faces. And every time I opened them, I thought about what Ned Mahoney had said to me after my encounter with Glass. Or rather, everything he hadn’t said. I could feel the idea of it taking shape like a heavy ball in my chest — half dread, half adrenaline.