Lily, from the back, tried.
"We made volcanoes in science. Mine fizzed the highest. Ms. Patel said I could bring it home next week if it doesn't break."
"That's great, baby," Simone said. Her voice was steady in the way voices become steady when they are holding something heavier than speech.
Aaron's hands on the wheel were precise. He did not look at Simone. He looked at the road as if the road might confess first.
At a red light he spoke without turning. "Thursday."
Simone stared at the glove compartment. "Yes."
"You weren't traveling."
"No."