Nobody trusted Noah when he started behaving nicely. That was the first problem. Teenage Noah normally answered questions with one word, disappeared into his room, and only volunteered to help if he wanted something. So when he washed dishes without being asked, carried groceries, and even asked Ava if she needed help setting the table— everybody knew something was wrong. Ava noticed first. She stood at the kitchen entrance watching him. “You’re being suspicious.” Noah looked offended. “I’m literally helping.” “That’s exactly why I’m suspicious.” He rolled his eyes. Liam looked up from cutting vegetables. “Ask him what he broke.” Noah pointed immediately. “See? This is why children hide things.” “You’re seventeen,” Liam said. “That’s still a child.” The little one—who had become loud, dramatic, and deeply invested in everybody’s business—looked up. “What are we hiding?” Noah smiled too quickly. “Nothing.” That s
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