« Answer your granddaughter, Robert. »
He glanced around at our family.
« Can we go inside? »
« You invited her here. »
« Answer your granddaughter, Robert. »
His mouth tightened.
« I did. »
A murmur moved through the chairs.
Millie, our daughter and Lucy’s mother, stepped closer to Lucy and rested a hand on her shoulder.
She didn’t speak.