Mateo used the spoon to clean up her chin. “You’re a mess, Sprout.” He’d started calling her Sprout not long after Vance and Lyla’s wedding. The first time I’d heard him, at a family dinner at this very table, I’d had to excuse myself to the bathroom to hide the tears. Vance had snuck away to check on me two minutes later. Dad had called Elsie Sprout. And he’d called Hadley Jellybean.
