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

“Eight.”

I gave her a small smile.

“Scrambled eggs, coffee, maybe a slice of toast. I’m easy.”

Caroline laughed through tears.

Forgiving Thomas wasn’t on the table.

Taking his money wasn’t the point.

The board was still waiting for my answer.

The only thing that had changed was my decision not to leave.

And for once, the packed bag could wait.

Nobody else had continue reading …