Then she grabbed her purse.
“If Tyler leaves tonight,” she said coldly, “I hope you understand what you’re doing to this family.”
I looked at my brother, waiting for something genuine. An apology. A compromise. Anything.
Instead, he grabbed the paper and muttered, “You’ll regret this when Mom loses her house.”
That was the first time anyone mentioned her house.
And suddenly, the entire visit made sense.
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