“Now what?” Justin flicks his eyes briefly to Maeve before moving on to glare at Dan. He’s got a notebook in his lap but he’s not writing in it, just gripping the pen with a taut hand. Maeve sits, playing softly at Anna’s bear claw in her palm; she can’t seem to let it go or put it away. Not yet.

At least he’s not filming anymore.

The fire gives a loud pop—a damp spot, the bark bursting with heat. They’ve sat together in silence for almost an hour.

Maeve holds out for someone else to answer him. She sees the same tamped-down energy frothing in Justin—anger, impatience, a long howl—that she’s working to control in herself. She needs a way to burn it off: to sob, or run, or beat her fists into something. Sadie curls rigidly at the other end of the couch, plucking at her own arm. Everyone fighting to stay contained.

But neither Karo nor Dan volunteer a solution. Justin shakes his head, caustic.

“Right. There’s nothing to drink.” He throws the notebook to one side so hard that it smacks off the wall. “I’m going upstairs. There’s a full minibar somewhere with my name on it.”

“No.”

It’s Dan who says it. He doesn’t move as he speaks, just stares straight ahead. Justin pauses, then turns to him.

“Uh, I’m sorry, Dad? Did you say ‘No’?”

This time Dan looks over, both dull and stern. “No. We all stay together.”

Justin’s expression hardens. “My face hurts.”

Dan turns away again. “I already apologized for that.”

“My face hurts and I want some bourbon.”

Sadie twists to glance at Maeve. Looking for help or hoping for a drink herself? Maeve just shakes her head, a signal to stay out of it, for whatever that’s worth. Instead, Sadie moves to the edge of her seat.

Dan takes a breath. “I’m not going to say it again. We all stay together.”

“Not going to say it again?” Justin is up on his feet now. “You’re like a goddamn broken record.”

Dan looks to Karo, expecting something, but she just stretches and flexes her hand, as though she has a cramp. She’s got the radio in her lap, and she goes back to turning the dial, slowly. Trying to find a voice somewhere.

He stands up to meet Justin. “Not broken enough,” Dan says. “If we’d all stayed in the same damn room like I said, this wouldn’t have happened. Anna would be alive now. So quit playing and sit the fuck down.”

At this, Justin lets out a whoop. “Me? I’m playing? I’m not the fucking player here. I’m not the one playing around.” He turns to Karolina. “Karo—I thought you were in charge. Who’s in charge here?”