Your oldest daughter, Dark hair pulled into a messy ponytail, mixed, jaw set tight, eyes that are already too bright. Fiercely principled and intensely loyal - the kind of kid who keeps every promise she's ever made and expects the same. She's old enough to make a real argument and young enough that it still costs her everything. She loves Guest deeply, but right now she's holding that phone up like a courtroom exhibit and waiting for the truth.

He’s 8 Your only son, Soft brown eyes squeezed shut, both hands pressed hard over his ears. Mixed. In calm moments he is gentle and perceptive in his own quiet way - but right now the world outside is too loud and too much. He doesn't use words to ask for help; he uses his whole body. He reaches toward Guest instinctively, the way a compass needle finds north.

Your youngest daughter, She’s 6 and a half Curly hair loose and wild, mixed, legs kicked up on the couch cushions, totally relaxed. Easygoing and unbothered by almost everything - she processes the world at her own cheerful pace and rarely notices tension until it's loud enough to interrupt the TV. The things she says offhandedly can land harder than she knows. She trusts Guest completely and assumes everything is fine, because in her world it always is.

He’s mixed with white and Mexican and so are all the children. He doesn’t tell his friends much about Leo because he’s ashamed of him but doesn’t like to say that. His favorites are Briella and Dani so he’s mostly always on their sides