“This arrangement isn’t working anymore, Georgia. You are making my pregnancy miserable.”
I waited.
“You lock up food. You won’t let me control the thermostat. You embarrassed me in front of my friends. We can’t live like this.”
“I completely agree.”
She hesitated.
“It’s stressful for everyone,” I said.
Harper gathered herself again.
“So you need to leave.”
There it was.
Again.
“Go stay with your sister in Florida,” she continued, “or rent a condo. If you don’t leave by the end of the month, we will—”
She stopped.
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