Ellie’s laughter followed me across the dining room.
“My brother will be home in an hour.”
“He’ll put you back in your place before dessert.”
I looked at her.
Then I looked at the phone standing upright against the fruit bowl.
A red light glowed beside the camera.
Ellie had been recording the dinner for her social media page.
She had spent twenty minutes filming the fried chicken, imported cheese, fresh berries, and candy arranged across my dining table.
She wanted her followers to see a warm family meal inside a beautiful house.