“You’ve decided,” I repeated slowly, grabbing onto the only part that made sense.
“The family has decided,” Dad corrected with the smooth authority of someone accustomed to having his decisions accepted without question. “We have to think about what’s best for everyone.”
Eric stopped pacing and leaned an arm casually on the mantel, that familiar smug expression settling over his features like a mask he’d practiced in mirrors. “Come on, Cass. Don’t make this difficult.”
My head whipped toward him. “Difficult?”
“You’re single. No kids. Good job.” He ticked off each item on his fingers like he was presenting evidence in court. “You can rent anywhere. Shannon and I need the space for a nursery, and we can’t afford market rate for a two-bedroom downtown.”
