My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

now, “we need to be smart about this.”

I almost smiled.

Smart was usually the word people reached for when decent no longer served them.

“There are things in motion,” he said.

“What things?”

Melissa’s eyes cut to him.

Too fast.

I unhooked the chain and opened the door.

Not because I wanted them inside. Because I wanted to see their faces fully.

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