the bottom of my ceramic mug because everything else seemed to go strangely quiet.
“David, I just need peace and quiet for myself and the baby,” Harper said from the living room. “Your mother has to move out.”
She didn’t whisper it.
She didn’t sound embarrassed.
She said it like they had already discussed the matter and were working out the final details.
I stood in my kitchen briefly with one hand around my mug.
That house had been mine for decades. We had made thirty years of mortgage payments,
