this room was supposed to be my recovery room, I’m not angry with you.”
Melissa looked miserable.
“But I need my house back.”
People started moving.
Quietly.
Embarrassed.
Several whispered apologies.
Within ten minutes, bags appeared in the foyer.
Food trays were covered.
Children were bundled into coats.
Ron stayed beside the fireplace, refusing to move.
“This family has welcomed you since day one.”
I almost laughed.
“You’re standing in my house refusing to leave.”
“You married into this family.”
“I married Caleb.”
Ron pointed toward Grace.
“And that baby
