I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and swiped to unlock it. It rang twice before Mackenzie answered.

“Hey, Mac. Are you free right now?” Holding my phone up to my ear, I waved Robin over as if I was excited to finally find her. “Sorry,” I mouthed to Robin, “I was behind the concession stand trying to hear my phone. I’m on with Mackenzie. She might be joining us.”

Her chin lifted slightly, and she didn’t exactly look happy about the news. I read what she was thinking—don’t you dare make me share space with Mackenzie—but at this point I didn’t care about their feud. I needed Mackenzie here, and fast, before I finished what Grant and I had started. I didn’t trust myself anymore. Only Mac knew about the demons I was battling, and I needed her to fight them with me.

I paced out of earshot before Robin had a chance to object.

“Why?” Mackenzie asked slowly. Curiously, as if she knew I was up to something. “What’s going on?”

“We’re all at Ryan’s baseball game and we wanted you here.”

“Seriously, Lily? I told you I’m pissed at Robin. I’m not going anywhere near her family.”

“Come on,” I begged. “We’ve been friends for decades. Stop acting like children and let’s deal with it like grown-ups. I think Robin wants to make amends.”

“Robin said that—she wants me there?”

“Of course, we all do.” A tiny white lie for the sake of friendship. “You both need to stop letting this rift come between you and discuss it, figure it out together for the sake of the kids. Put on your big-girl pants and talk it through.”

“I wish I could, but Owen would kill me. He and Robin had sort of a . . . falling out last night.”

“What are you talking about, a falling out?” How much drama were these two involved in? I felt like I’d missed an entire season of Real Housewives of Monroeville starring Robin and Mackenzie.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get into it right now, but it’s pretty bad. I don’t think I’ll be seeing you girls for a while until Owen cools down. Sorry.”

Merda! There went my protection from myself. And Robin’s scowl while Collette squirmed in her arms wasn’t helping. Screw sobriety, I needed a pill to get through this night, because I could guarantee Robin would be giving me an earful about Mackenzie the moment I hung up.

The pills were in my car, so I mouthed an I’ve gotta run to my car real quick to Robin, listening to Mac vent while I crunched my way along the gravel parking lot.