Swallowing hard, Brianna picked up her own piece of quesadilla and broke it in two. “Here, take mine,” she said, her tone as cheerful as she could manage. “I’m not that hungry anyway.” She pushed the pieces toward Adrian and Lucy, hoping the gesture would appease them.
But Adrian pushed his share away, muttering, “It’s not the same.” Lucy looked at her brother and then at her mother, her lip trembling as she said, “Mom, please just get him another dish. It’s his birthday.” The plea struck Brianna like a blow, and she struggled to keep her composure.