My pregnant daughter-in-law told my son she needed “peace and quiet” and that I had to move out of the four-bedroom house my late husband and I had paid off years ago.

house Harper had imagined.

It wasn’t luxurious.

But they could afford it.

I stayed mostly out of the way while David carried boxes to the truck.

Harper barely spoke to me.

When everything was loaded, she got into the vehicle without saying goodbye.

I stood on the porch and waved as they drove away.

The next morning, I woke before my alarm.

briefly I lay still.

Then I realized what was missing.

No footsteps overhead.

No doors closing.

No sighing from the kitchen.

No television.

Nothing.

I entered the hallway.