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People were eating.

Someone was laughing.

Someone raised a glass.

Nobody came outside.

I took Sophie’s hand.

“Let’s go inside.”

Her eyes widened.

“Dad, don’t.”

“I need to talk to your mother.”

“What if they—”

“They’re not throwing my daughter into the cold and then pretending nothing happened.”

I opened the front door.

The room went silent.

Martin looked up first.

He had a glass in his hand.

Bradley stopped talking.

Claire stood beside the Christmas tree.

She looked at Sophie.

Then at me.

Then at the jacket around our daughter’s shoulders.

Nobody spoke.

Finally, Martin said,

“Well.”

I looked at him.

He shrugged.

“She was being disrespectful.”

“She’s sixteen.”

“Exactly.”

I felt Sophie squeeze my hand.

I looked at Claire.

“Did you know she was outside?”

Claire’s lips parted.

“Daniel…”

“Did you know?”

She didn’t answer.

That was answer enough.

I stared at her.

“How long?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?”

“She needed to cool down.”

I laughed once.

There was no humor in it.

“She’s sixteen, Claire.”

“I was going to go get her.”

“When?”

She looked away.

Martin interrupted.

“This is ridiculous.”

I turned toward him.

“No. What’s ridiculous is that you threw your granddaughter outside on Christmas Eve because she defended her father.”