At breakfast, Andrea’s mom went on and on about how wonderful it was to have Case there. She was also so grateful to have someone else cooking. “Breakfast is your specialty, sweetheart,” she said, smiling at Andrea.
Andrea tried to smile back, but it was difficult for her to even choke her eggs down with Brent sitting at the same table. He and Leslie seemed as if they’d made up. He kept kissing her cheek, and Leslie would lean into his shoulder. Andrea didn’t miss the looks Brent was giving her, though. Whether it was a warning not to mention what had happened to her sister or a plea to give him a chance, she didn’t want to know.
As soon as everyone was done eating, Case said, “I’ll handle the dishes,” and started to clear the table.
“No, no, you’re our guest,” Karen insisted.
“Please,
