Emily’s perspective:

Gabby stands on the far side of the coffee table in our room, arms crossed, and sulking. I try to figure out what words of comfort I can offer, but none come to me.

Finally, Gabby bursts out, “Why do you have to ruin everything?”

Taken aback by the comment, I keep from responding until she turns to look at me with frustrated eyes, tapping her foot. “Well, I’m waiting.”

I scrunch my brows and, perking my ear ...