He stared at the notice.
“Mom, where are we supposed to go?”
The question might once have broken her.
Now it only revealed the problem in full.
He was still asking her to solve the consequences of his choices.
“There are hotels,” she said.
“Apartments.
Rental houses.
Friends.
Megan’s parents.
All the options available to people who understand their current situation.”
Megan laughed sharply.
“You’re doing this because you got your feelings hurt.”
“No,” Evelyn said.
“I’m doing this because I finally understood what my feelings have been paying for.”
At that moment, someone knocked on the front door.
Connor flinched.
Megan folded her arms.
Evelyn opened it to find Miriam Lowe standing on the porch with a process server and a locksmith.
Snow drifted around their shoes.
Connor’s eyes widened.
“You got a lawyer?”
“I got three things,” Evelyn said.
“Professional advice, proper documentation, and enough self-respect to stop negotiating with people who have none for me.”
