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

without apology.

David shifted beside me.

Caroline stepped aside.

“He’s upstairs.”

I walked past her.

***

Thomas hadn’t spent decades alone regretting the daughter he’d lost.

He’d had another one.

Apparently, he’d simply done better the second time.

He looked smaller than I’d imagined.

For most of my life, he’d been a faceless man who had somehow decided I wasn’t continue reading …