“Sarah, you really should have called ahead.” She spoke louder now, performing for someone behind her. “This is so awkward.”

From deeper inside the house, Jessica’s voice rang out, sharp with amusement. “Mom, hurry up! My friend Brittney’s kids are also coming. We need the extra room.”

I stood there, rain soaking into my jacket, holding pies I’d stayed up until midnight baking. Emma pressed against my leg. Tyler started to whimper. “Mom, this is a joke, right? You invited us three weeks ago.”