“He told me never to let you feel that way.”
It was as if the room tilted without moving.
The missing drawer.
The empty closet.
Thomas’s chair disappearing.
The new locks.
No replacement key.
My house becoming her house one word at a time.
And tonight—
Nothing in this house belongs to you anymore.
Paul slowly sat down in the nearest dining chair.
Margaret covered her mouth.
Sophie looked at her mother as though she had never seen her before.
Rebecca’s tears came harder now.
“He specifically told you that?” Sophie asked.
Rebecca nodded.
The movement was barely visible.
“And you promised Grandpa?”
Another nod.
Sophie released my hand.
For one awful second I thought she was moving toward her mother.
Instead she stepped back.
“Then why did you do the exact opposite?”
