I Changed the Locks—Minutes Later My Son Arrived With a Crowbar, and Everything Shifted

in her own home. Did Tiffany tell you I slept in the utility room?”

“Exaggerations. You’re dramatic. My daughter says you cause problems.”

“Believe what you want, Brenda. Your opinion no longer matters to me.”

After they left with their suitcases, I walked through my house like I was rediscovering it. I entered the master bedroom—my bedroom—and began continue reading …