Five Days After the Divorce My Mother in Law Asked Why I Was Still There Until I Told Her the House Was Mine

in the hallway offered a single tick, and Trevor—I had not seen him on the staircase until that moment—froze somewhere between the fourth and fifth steps, one hand on the banister, his face making rapid adjustments that I recognized as the beginning of damage control.

I set my pen down and looked at Diane.

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