Chapter 13 - The Girl by the Cake Table Finally Talked
The sun was low enough that the fence threw long bars across the grass. Most of the folding chairs were empty. Someone had folded the white tablecloths from the gift table and stacked the paper plates, and the bounce house motor hummed softer now, like it was tired too.
Emma hadn't let go of my hand in almost an hour. Her palm was sweaty against mine. We stood in the center of the yard, a few feet from the cake table, and I could smell sugar and cut grass.
Maya came back across the yard with her mom's hand on her shoulder. Her pink dress was wrinkled and there was frosting on one shoe that she hadn't wiped off. She stopped when she saw Brook and Sophie by the table, and her steps got smaller.
"You don't have to be loud," her mom said to her, quiet. "Just say what you saw."
Maya looked at Emma first, not at the adults. That undid me a little.
Brook had her arms crossed. "Maya, honey, it's late," she said. "If you saw Emma near the cake—"
"I didn't," Maya cut in. Her voice shook. "She wasn't."
Her mom squeezed her shoulder. "Let her finish, Brook."
I crouched down so I was eye-level with both girls. The grass was damp against my knee. "Take your time, Maya," I said. "Nobody's in trouble for telling the truth."
Maya breathed in through her nose. She glanced at the table behind us, at the smeared pastel tiers leaning sideways, the plastic fork still stuck in the bottom layer.
"I was in line with Emma for the bounce house," she said. "We were holding spots. Sophie was in front of us."
Sophie nodded from beside Brook, hugging a deflated balloon to her chest.
"Then a ball came," Maya said. She pointed toward the side yard where the older boys had been throwing a red kickball all afternoon. "It hit the table. Hard. It hit the leg."
I remembered the scuff I'd seen on the table leg earlier that afternoon. My throat tightened.
"And then Max yanked it," Maya said. "The cloth."
Max, Brook's sister's golden retriever, was tied to the fence now, head on his paws. Earlier he'd been running loose with a blue leash trailing.
"He went under the table 'cause someone dropped a hot dog," Maya went on, faster now. "His leash got caught and he pulled and the whole cloth moved."
Her mom nodded. "I was right there by the coolers," she said. "I saw Maya and Emma together. Maya was beside Emma the whole time in that line. Emma never left it. I would have seen if she ran to the table."
Emma's fingers tightened around mine.
Maya looked straight at me then and said it clear, the line I'd been waiting two hours to hear in full.
"I saw what really happened."
No one talked for a second. The bounce house fan clicked. A paper napkin scraped across the patio.
She turned to Brook. "Emma didn't touch the cake. She was with me. The ball hit it and Max pulled it and it fell over by itself."
Brook's face didn't move at first. She stared at Maya, then at the dog, then at the tablecloth still knotted around the table leg where I'd left it. Her mouth opened, closed. Color came up her neck.
"Are you sure about the ball?" she asked, and her voice wasn't sharp anymore. It was thin. "Maya, are you sure you—"
"Yes," Maya's mom said. "I'm sure. I saw the ball roll under after. I picked it up and threw it back myself."
Sophie tugged Brook's sleeve. "Aunt Brook?"
Brook didn't answer her. She looked at Emma.
Emma started crying. Not the hard sobbing from earlier by the bounce house, when everyone was staring. This was quiet, her shoulders shaking, tears running down and dripping off her chin while she held my hand with both of hers now.
"Daddy," she whispered. "I told you."
"I know, baby," I said. My voice cracked before I could stop it. "I know you did. I believed you."
I pulled her into my chest and she buried her face in my shirt. Her ponytail was coming loose and smelled like sunscreen. I felt her whole body let go, the way she'd been holding herself stiff since Brook had pointed at her in front of everyone.
Over her head, I watched Brook. She uncrossed her arms. Her hands hung empty at her sides. She looked at the ruined cake, at Maya twisting the hem of her pink dress, at Sophie watching her aunt to see what grown-ups did when they were wrong.
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Brook swallowed hard enough I saw it from six feet away. She took one step toward Emma and stopped, like she wasn't sure she was allowed closer.
"Oh, Emma," she said. "Oh, honey."
