Daniel pushed past her and beelined for the fridge. Head down in focus, or something more than that? In the twenty-four hours since the meeting at school, Milly had resumed her silence. Daniel had closed down.

Kelly bit her lip. “Daniel?”

“Fourteen . . . fifteen . . . and three bottles of . . .” He looked over the open fridge door. “Yes?”

The tears welled. “Why didn’t you tell me about her report card?”

Daniel closed the fridge and stroked his chin. “I presumed you’d seen it.”

Kelly choked back an angry sob. “The first I knew about it was when you mentioned it to Milly’s teacher. It was humiliating.”

“I’m sorry, Kel. I thought you knew. I saw it just before we went to the school.”

“Why would Milly just show you?”

Milly stood at the foot of the stairs, her phone held in front of her, the electronic shutter clicking away. Kelly forced a smile.

Daniel leaned back on the fridge. “Good timing, Mill. I’ve got a question for you. Why would you hide your report card?”

Two versions of her husband faced off right in front of Kelly. “I’ve got a question for you first, Dad. Since when do you go snooping through my locker at school?”

“I don’t even know where your locker is.”

“That’s where I put my report card.”

Daniel’s eyes flicked around the room, a sure sign his steel-trap mind was twitching its razor-sharp teeth.

Milly’s brow furrowed. “So how did you get into my locker?”

Daniel’s voice rose. “I saw the photo you took with Gramps’s camera, and your report card was sitting right on this kitchen counter.”

Milly waved her phone. “Why would I use Gramps’s camera when I’ve got this?”

Kelly watched back and forth at this tennis match of an exchange, lost as to where this conversation had come from—or was going. A shocked indignation showed on her daughter’s face. Milly wasn’t lying.

“And not only are you snooping but you’re accusing me of stuff I haven’t done!” She punched her earbuds back in and stormed up the stairs.

Kelly turned to Daniel. They needed to talk about this as a family. Calmly, not like this. “What is this about Gramps’s camera?”

“I’m sorry. I accused you of using it, but it appears Milly did, and she took a photo of her report card. I thought it was her way of telling us about it.”

“Why would she use Gramps’s camera?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because she knew I would see the photos. She took a few around the house, empty rooms and”—Daniel’s gaze drifted to his shuffling feet—“a few other things.”

“Why would she take photos of our house? And what other things?”