At pickup, my parents took my sister’s children and refused my daughter a ride. When she reached the car, my mother told her to walk home despite the heavy rain. My six-year-old begged, but they drove away, leaving her drenched and in tears.

“Tell me what happened,” I said, as gently as I could manage.

Lily sniffed. “They came like normal. Their silver car. I ran to it.”

Her voice wobbled, but she pushed through, like she needed me to know every detail.

“I went to open the door… and Grandma didn’t open it. She rolled down the window just a little.”

My hands tightened on the steering wheel.