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 windows as I sat beside him.

He reached for me.

This time, when he pulled me closer, I let him.

“I know you hate me,” he whispered.

“Sometimes.”

A weak smile touched his mouth.

“Fair.”

Then his expression collapsed.

“Soon you’ll understand everything.”

I pulled back.

“What does that mean?”

His eyes filled.

“Thomas?”

He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

I continue reading …