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

the front hallway.

I looked at Jason.

I waited for him to say something.

Anything.

He lowered his eyes to his plate.

That silence told me everything.

I stood, put on my coat, picked up my purse, and said, “Fine.”

Carol looked almost startled.

“You’re actually leaving?”

“You told me to.”

Jason finally spoke.

“Emily, don’t make this dramatic.”

I nearly laughed.

“I’m continue reading …