Scott Riordan continued to stride toward the door like he hadn’t heard anything. “Don’t you think I want that too?” Mom said. “I want it more than anything, but there’s Jake to consider, and—” And then Dad pulled the door the rest of the way open, and Mom stopped talking. By the time they reached her, her phone was facedown on the dining room table, and she was wearing a near-perfect replica of her usual smile.

