Hannah lowered her glass. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”

I turned my phone toward them. The five of them leaned in. Lila lowered her camera.

Brooke snorted. “What, your house has ghosts now?”

“Skinny ghosts,” Jenna added.

They all laughed.

“Seriously, this is weird,” I said quietly. “That’s happening right now.”

They exchanged uneasy looks.

Marissa sat down beside me and studied my screen. “The kids should be asleep, and that’s way too light for Jack… do you think he called his mom over to help with the kids?”

“Jack would do that,” Lila said.

I thought about it, then shook my head. “Brenda’s too tall to weigh that little without looking skeletal.”

“Then… who’s in your house?” Brooke’s voice dropped noticeably.

Jack had insisted I come tonight. He’d kissed my forehead while Liam argued about brushing his teeth and told me he had everything under control.

“You deserve a night off,” he’d said. “Go and celebrate with your girlfriends.”

He sounded so confident, like it was nothing. I’d hesitated (Jack sometimes struggled with the kids), but his assurance convinced me. I mean, how much trouble could he get into just taking care of his own children?

“It’s probably nothing,” I said. “Liam sometimes has trouble sleeping. Maybe he weighed something.”

“No, sweetie, I don’t think so.” Lila put her phone away. “What could Liam be weighing that’s 115 pounds?”

Hannah was already reaching for her purse. “I’m with Lila. We’re not sitting here while something strange is happening at your house.”

“It could just be—”