"The play's tonight," Eric said. "Lily's play. You said you'd be there."
Tyler stopped at the door. Something flickered across his face, guilt, then something harder.
"I'll watch the video," he said. "Mom's filming it."
"She asked you to come. She made you a ticket. With markers."
"It's a third-grade play, Dad. She's a cactus. She stands there."
"She's your sister."
"She's my half-sister." Tyler's voice rose sharply. "Right? That's what everybody's thinking. That's what I am now. Half. I'm half everything. Half Lindqvist and half Reyes and half Dawson but not really, half Mexican but I can't even order food in Spanish, half your kid…"