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

at Evan.

“And you allowed her to believe that because correcting her would have required you to confront her.”

“That’s not fair,” Evan said.

“You knew who owned the house.”

He said nothing.

That silence was answer enough.

Claire walked upstairs and pulled a suitcase from the closet.

Evan followed.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing.”

“For what?”

“A few nights.”

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