The children had been in the playroom for an hour.
Their voices drifted down the hallway in waves — Kyle's laughter, Lily's narration, the occasional ding of Leo's tablet. The sleepover was in full swing. Kyle's overstuffed backpack had been emptied across the rug, action figures and dinosaurs scattered in a landscape only the three of them understood. Lily had organized them by species and era, because Lily organized everything. Leo sat in the middle of it all, the whale beside him, his tablet in his lap, occasionally typing something that made Kyle laugh.
The adults had migrated to the sitting room.
