“We’ve been patient, but this arrangement was never supposed to be permanent.
I’m planning to convert that room into a home gym before we decide whether to relocate to Miami.”
She glanced at the clock.
“Actually, if you could pack tonight, that would be ideal.”
I felt something inside my chest go very still.
“My husband was buried two days ago.”
Her expression hardened.
“And I’m sorry about that.
But grief doesn’t mean the rest of us should put our lives on hold.”
I turned toward Jared.
He was standing at the kitchen island, staring at his phone.
“Jared?”
He didn’t answer.
“Jared, look at me.”
His eyes lifted.
“Mom, maybe it would be good for you to have some space.”
That was the moment I understood that my daughter-in-law wasn’t throwing me out alone.
My son was allowing it.
I could have shouted.
