Brent showed up furious.
“She needs transportation.”
I looked at him calmly.
“Then buy her a car.”
He had nothing to say.
Because he couldn’t.
The third change arrived two weeks later.
A formal notice.
Thirty days.
Vacate the guest wing.
Mia stormed into my office carrying the letter.
“You are evicting me?”
“No.”
I folded my hands.
“I’m asking a twenty-four-year-old adult to support herself.”
Her face reddened.
