(Rebecca's POV)
The drive to Lisa's takes forty minutes. I spend it with the radio off, both hands on the wheel, thinking about Jack. The way his face looked at that birthday party, lit up like a lamp, blowing out candles with Hannah's arms around him.
My fingers tighten on the wheel.
I pull into Lisa's driveway at six fifty-five. Sean's car is already there. The porch light is on. The front door is open, warm light spilling out onto the steps.
I get out. Lock the car. Straighten the dress.
The front door frames them — Sean standing in the hallway, one hand on the doorframe. Jack beside him in a clean shirt, his hair combed to the side. Nancy must've combed his hair. Sean doesn't know how to part it right.
Jack sees me first.
"Mommy!"
He breaks away from Sean and sprints down the s
