back on his feet.”
“For how long?”
Diane folded her arms. “As long as necessary.”
I stared at my husband. “You made a permanent decision about my home while I was gone.”
“Our home,” Eric corrected.
That was when I said quietly, “Actually, Eric, we should discuss that.”
Diane stepped closer. “Oh, stop acting important. You married my son. Everything you have is half his now.”
“No,” I said. “It isn’t.”
Her expression hardened. “Excuse me?”
“I said they need to leave.”
The slap came immediately.
Eric flinched but did
