He read it silently. His expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then finally into the calm kind of anger I had only seen twice during our marriage.
He placed the paper back onto the table. “No.”
My mother blinked. “Excuse me?”
“No,” Daniel repeated firmly. “Tyler is not taking our bedroom. He is not moving into this house under rules you invented. And you are not making decisions about property you do not own.”
Tyler’s face reddened instantly. “Man, I’m family.”
Daniel looked directly at him. “Family doesn’t show up carrying a bedroom takeover plan.”
My mother pointed at me accusingly. “She’s poisoned you against us.”
Daniel’s voice remained steady. “No, Linda. She spent years defending you. I’m the one who got tired of watching her shrink every time you call.”
That silenced her.
For one brief second, I saw something flicker across my mother’s face — not remorse exactly, but fear. Fear that the old rules no longer worked.
