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

shouted. “The furnace stopped. Come back and fix it.”

I could hear Carol complaining behind him.

I stood beside Rachel’s window while fireworks began exploding across the Tucson—no, Columbus—sky.

“Why should I fix a place I’m not welcome in?” I asked.

Jason went silent.

Outside, fireworks boomed while I waited for an answer.

All I heard was Carol in the continue reading …