Vanessa smiled. “This is between adults.”
I watched my grandchildren trembling in the rain.
Then I studied the house.
My house.
Daniel had overlooked one detail: years earlier, when his business almost failed, I’d purchased the property to prevent foreclosure. I allowed him to live there rent-free because he was my son. The deed remained in my name.
I stepped beneath the porch light.
“Claire,” I said calmly, “put the children in my car.”
Daniel laughed. “You’re not taking sides.”
“I’m not.”
He looked confused.
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