As I step through the front door, I find the boxes of decorations scattered around yet again. Dad and Joel are in the living room, completely absorbed in planning Halloween. I recall the times when I was as old as him, and just how grandly we’d celebrate the spooky season. Dad would organise a house party, and I’d invite all of my friends over.
“What’s going on here?”
Joel looks up, his face lighting up when he sees me.
“Evie!” he exclaims, holding up a plastic skeleton. “Guess what? I found someone to help me with the decorations since Jude's out of commission.” His grin widens. “Dad said he’ll come every day to help!”
I glance at Dad, who gives me a small smile, then my eyes flick to Mom. She’s standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. She forces a smile, but there’s something dist
