"Libby sounds like such a good girl. She's so lucky to have been born into your family."
"This is what community spirit looks like! Someone nominate them for the Family of the Year award!"
Dad scrolled through the comments, his grin stretching wider with every one.
Mom walked over with a cup of tea and leaned in to look at the screen.
"Honey, don't reply to too many. It'll look calculated."
Dad grunted in acknowledgment.
"As for Libby, let her cool off one more night."
Mom nodded.
I floated above their heads, watching all of it.
Outside the window, snow fell in thick curtains.
The entire town was cheering for "the most loving parents in the world."
And the carbon monoxide concentration inside their biological daughter's room was enough to kill.
The day after the surgery was canceled, Mom got a sales call from an educational consultancy.
After she hung up, she turned to Dad. "There's a top-tier child trauma therapist. One-on-one sessions, twelve hundred dollars an hour. I think it'd be perfect for Harry."
Dad thought it over.
"Sign him up."
"What about Libby's surgery..."
Mom hesitated.