“She’s better. She just needed to scream,” I say, twirling a fucking salt shaker on the counter. “That’s not surprising.” Connor hands me a cup of coffee. “I have to force Rose to scream every now and then. Must be a product of being raised by Samantha.” Lo shakes his head. “Lily doesn’t have that problem.” We both look at him. He doodles fucking circles and squares on a paper napkin, and his pen stops at our silence.