She smiled like she was bringing a gift instead of taking over my house.
I’d been awake nearly thirty hours. My husband, Evan, held our daughter, Lily, against his chest while I eased out of the car, still sore from an emergency C-section.
“Mom?” I stared at the truck. “What is this?”
She clapped once. “Perfect timing. We’re moving in tonight.”
Behind her were my stepfather, Dale, my younger half-sister Brittany, Brittany’s unemployed boyfriend, and their two boys. Boxes were already piled beside my garage.
I laughed because the alternative
