“Tell her the good part,” Dad said, trying to soften the air.
Jake brightened. “The buyers are a nice young couple. David and Michelle Parker. First home. They loved the neighborhood. Honestly, you should send them a card.”
A few relatives laughed nervously.
I placed my phone face down on the sideboard. It kept buzzing against the wood.
Names flashed across the screen that I could not say out loud in that room. People my family still thought were just “office contacts.”
Jake pointed toward the cake. “You might want to thank me before the frosting gets stale.”
I smiled.
It was not a warm smile.
And for the first time that evening, he noticed.