Amy felt her body swell as she stood in the center of splattered wine and broken glass. She froze watching Nick’s hands on her daughter’s face.

Nick positioned his hand under Molly’s elbow and moved it around, asked her to flex and rotate her arm. Phil lurched toward Nick, and for a second Amy thought Phil was going to punch him, wrestle him to the ground. But Phil only reached for his daughter, wrapped Molly in his arms as Nick backed away from them and jumped into the basin of the boat.

Molly lifted her arm as if she couldn’t believe it was attached. She looked at Nick.

“Is it okay?”

“It’s fine, just bruised. You have full range of motion and you can move it on your own. You’ll have a nasty bruise there.”

Eliza stepped forward now, boat keys dangling in her hand. “It’s one advantage to Nick’s time in the forest. He knows a lot of first aid.”

Phil looked up at Nick, nodded at him, then looked over to his wife. “Amy, you okay?”

They all looked at her now. Even she’d forgotten she was there.

“I’m just fine. Don’t you think we should take her to the hospital or something . . . a doctor?”

“No, she’s fine.” Nick’s voice was soft, low—the sound he had once used when he was explaining something to Amy when they were alone. “If there was a break or fracture she wouldn’t have been able to move it like she just did. It might be sore later . . . nothing a little Tylenol won’t cure.”

“Okay . . .” Amy looked at the mess at her feet. She waved her hand over it. “I’m sorry, really sorry.”

Eliza glanced down at the wine and shattered glass, then threw a towel over it and smiled. “We’ll deal with that later. Let’s just get home and eat.”

“Good idea.” Nick grabbed the keys from Eliza and started the motor.

The boat bobbed in the wake until Amy realized everyone was staring at her.

“What?”

“Darlin’,” Nick said, “you need to sit down before we can go.”

“Sure. Sure.”

Amy sat, motioned for Molly to sit next to her. Phil’s arms were still wrapped around her as he brought her over to Amy as if holding fragile porcelain. Molly and Phil sat down and Phil put an arm around Amy, leaned down, whispered in her ear, “You okay?”

Amy whispered in return, “Sure. Molly flew off the Jet Ski. I broke Eliza’s crystal. No biggie.”

Phil squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t worry about Molly. She’s fine. Just fine.”

Amy decided not to tell him that it wasn’t Molly she was actually worried about.