"Sorry I saw it," Carol repeated. "Not sorry you did it."
"I don't know how to be sorry in the right order yet."
It was the most honest sentence Rachel had spoken since the lights came on. Carol heard it and did not forgive it. She gathered her purse, her coat, the Tupperware she had set discreetly by the garage door during the ambush. Richard nodded at Jason, a man's nod that meant I am still on your side of the family even if the family is a house on fire, and they left. The front door admitted a slice of driveway light and then shut it out again.
Daniel exhaled. "I'm not leaving you alone with this if you don't want it. But I'm also not staying to be an audience."
"Go," Jason said. "Take the gifts if you want. I don't want to look at them."
"I'll leave the gifts. I'll call you in the morning." Daniel looked at Andre. "You. When he says you can go, you go. You don't come back to this porch. If you need to talk to my brother, you do it in a parking lot in daylight where everybody keeps their hands visible. We clear?"