The funeral was at St. Mary's. The church was full. Mom had a lot of friends.

Lauren and Kyle both gave speeches. Lovely speeches. Lauren cried. Kyle talked about Mom's crab cakes.

Afterwards, they posted photos of the flowers in the family chat. Rest in peace, Mom. The best of us. Forty people liked it.

That evening, back at the house, Lauren poured herself a glass of Mom's wine and sat down at the kitchen table.

“Okay,” she said. “I know it's soon. But we need to talk about the house.”

“Lauren—”

“I've already spoken to a colleague. Waterfront, Spa Creek, four bedrooms, original features? It'll go for one point four million. Easily. We split it three ways after the will's read.”

Kyle nodded. Amber nodded.

“Claire, you can stay here until we list it,” Lauren said kindly. “It must be nicer than your apartment.”

Then she smiled.

“And you should definitely take Mom's china. You always loved it.”

Amber made a small sound, like she was trying not to laugh.

I looked at the three of them. Around Mom's kitchen table. In Mom's chairs.

She can have the china. We get the house.

I put down my glass and went out onto the porch, so they wouldn't see my face.