The car ride home was silent.

Daniel kept glancing at Jamie through the rearview mirror, but the boy didn’t look up. His eyes stared out the window, his lips pressed into a thin line. The happy child who once followed him around with endless questions now sat like a block of stone.

As soon as they parked in front of the house, Jamie unbuckled his seatbelt without waiting and flung the door open.

“Jamie—” Daniel called, but the boy was already halfway to the door.

Lena appeared just as Jamie stormed past her.

“Jamie! You’re back early—wait, what’s wrong?” she asked, stepping aside.

But Jamie didn’t say a word. He...