My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

and clean the guest bathroom you use. Neither of you will enter my office, our bedroom, or the west wing without permission.”

Caroline scoffed.

“Anything else, Your Majesty?”

“Yes.”

I pointed to the final paragraph.

“You will both leave this house by September fifteenth.”

Derek leaned forward.

“We can’t possibly fix everything in one month.”

“You don’t have continue reading …