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

his chair back.

“I’m not staying here for this.”

He stood.

Caroline looked at him.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere else.”

“You have nowhere else.”

“Neither do you.”

That silenced them both.

Derek headed toward the stairs.

I spoke for the first time in several minutes.

“Your suitcases stay upstairs until we know whether anything in this house belongs to us.”

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