My Mother Thought I Was Moving to a Slum—So She Brought 50 Relatives to Mock Me. They Didn’t Expect the Address.

” Mark corrected softly, his eyes fixed on his plate like a child avoiding a scolding. “Elena and I found a place.”

“We?” Martha’s laugh was sharp and humorless. “You mean you found a place and she’s tagging along, just like she tagged along into this house two years ago. Living rent-free while I pay all the bills.”

Elena set down her fork with deliberate continue reading …