always hated confrontation.
As an adult, that habit had followed him into his marriage.
Unfortunately, keeping Harper happy usually meant letting somebody else absorb the inconvenience.
They had moved in with me six months earlier.
The arrangement was temporary.
David and Harper wanted to save for a down payment before the baby came, and I had four bedrooms sitting mostly empty. I loved my son. I was excited about becoming a grandmother.
“Come here,” I had told David when he first asked. “Save your money. Get yourselves established.”
I meant
