“Movin’ Blythe to Palmer Lake,” Lyric answered.
“Why?”
“She’s ready.”
“But she’s going to have to move again.”
“What are you talking about?” Bree’s arms were full of clothes still on their hangers. She looked back and forth between Jace and Lyric, who were both standing empty-handed. “Could one of you open the door for me?”
“Of course, sorry.” They both moved in the direction of the car at the same time. Lyric stepped back and let Jace open it.
“Why would Blythe have to move again?” Bree asked.
“Don’t worry, I switched rooms. We’re ready for her,” Lyric answered before Jace could.
“What are you talking about, Lyric?” Jace was ready to pound his head against the side of the house.
“I moved out of the big room, the one that’s connected to the smaller one. It’s got a bathroom between them.”
“She and the baby are going to live with me.”
Bree was almost in the house when he said it. She stopped and turned around slowly. “What do you mean, they’re going to live with you?”
“How many things can that mean, Bree?”
He’d seen her mad but never as mad as she looked now.
“What is with you? Have you ever, once, considered asking anyone else what he or she wants to do? Or are you in the habit of making decisions no one asked you to make?”
“Blythe and I have discussed this.”
“You have? And what did she say about it? Because, the last time I checked, she was the one who told us she wanted to move to Palmer Lake.”
Jace stormed in the house, looking for Blythe. He found her sitting on the bed, crying.
“What’s wrong?” He sank to his knees in front of her.
“Why won’t he come home?”
He wished he had an answer, but he didn’t. When he put his arms around her, she cried harder.
“What have you done now?” Bree asked from the doorway.
He ignored her.
“Blythe, honey, what’s wrong?” Bree sat down on the bed, next to her sister and rubbed her back.
“Tucker,” Jace spit out.
“How could he have left without even saying goodbye?” Blythe cried.
“I wish I could tell you—” Jace noticed Bree was crying too. “What’s wrong with you?” He cringed. That sounded worse than he’d meant it.
Bree opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, but turned and left the room instead.
“You shouldn’t be so mean to her,” Blythe whispered.
“I’m not mean to her.?