“There’s Mia,” Chris says, and I snap my head up, thinking she’s joined us on the patio. Instead, he looks toward the kitchen windows where Mia’s standing with her head bowed, probably doing dishes. “I’m worried about her.” “Me too.” I’ve been home almost a month, and she walks around like a robot. Katie’s the only one who gets her rare smiles, and as far as I can tell she only leaves the house to see Brogan and check on her dad. She’s not living. She’s surviving. “Bailey said she never goes out anymore, and she’s not herself. I’m sure all this hasn’t been easy on her, but since you two both
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