Storm
Leah took a deep breath before answering her phone.
“Hi, Daddy.”
She was trying far too hard to sound cheerful.
I glanced at Lilly and Julie.
Both of them had gone tense.
Whatever this call was about, it wasn’t good.
I looked back at Leah, trying not to listen.
It felt wrong sitting there at the table while she had a private conversation with her father on speakerphone.
But there was no way I could avoid hearing her side.
“Yes… definitely.”
A pause.
“Thursday?”
Another pause.
“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten about that.”
She listened again.
“No, I’m not sure.”
Her eyes flicked toward us.
“No, I don’t know. But I’ll ask them.”
Another pause.
“Oh. Okay.”
She nodded.
“Yeah, I’ll tell them.”
Her expression softened.
“They’re right here.”
She looked at us.
“Girls, Daddy
