“He’s Not Moving Away From Me,” She Said. I Packed My Bags and Left Them Both Behind

swallowed. “This can’t be your place.”

“It is,” I said simply.

Her laugh came out brittle, forced. “With what money? Did you somehow get more from the divorce? Because if you think you can take what belongs to my son—”

“I didn’t take anything from Ethan,” I interrupted. “He signed the settlement agreement. He didn’t even read it, did he? Just did whatever continue reading …