The coffee filters were on the top shelf, but Kayla kept asking Andrew to reach them whenever she crossed our kitchen in a towel. She called it a test, even after I told her to stop. On Sunday, Andrew set down his coffee, unlocked his phone, and showed her why he’d stopped leaving the room that day.

“You told him to say that.”

I shook my head.

Andrew glanced at me.

“I probably should’ve told you.”

“Yes.”

“I thought staying out of it meant saying, ‘She’s your sister.'” He rubbed one thumb along the handle of his mug. “Really, I left you enforcing a boundary that affected both of us.”

I looked at him. I hadn’t expected that.

Kayla gave a disbelieving laugh.

“Great. Marriage workshop complete. Can I go get dressed now?”

“Please,” I said.

She turned toward the stairs.

She stopped.

“One of those rooms is open now. The woman showing it is free this afternoon.”

Kayla swung around.