Jose and Julie had spun around, but Diane just stayed put, her crutches clutched tight in her hand. Her eyes were glued to her parents, wide and fixed, like a five-year-old watching her folks fight for the very first time. Was this what the disability did to her, making her seem so fragile, so helpless, so weak?

"And why are you here?" Julie was the first to speak, her voice sounding like a knife's edge. "I don't remember letting you in."

Camila chuckled. "Relax, I'm not the reason you two are going at it, so ditch that tone." She smiled, her voice calm even though she knew she was adding...