I Didn’t Pay For My Daughter-In-Law’s Luxury Party, So Things Escalated And I Nearly Lost My Balance:

It was quiet in a way that felt foreign after years of Yara’s constant complaining and Abrams loud phone calls about business deals that never materialized. The silence was golden. I was unpacking my clothes when my cell phone rang.

Abrams name appeared on the screen and for a moment I considered not answering, but curiosity won out. “Mom,” his voice sounded strained. Worried.

“Where are you?”

“I’m in my new apartment,” I said calmly, hanging a dress in the small closet. “New apartment? Mom, you don’t need to do this.

Come home. We can work things out.”

I almost laughed. “That’s not my home anymore, Abram.

You made that very clear yesterday.”

“Yara was upset. She didn’t mean what she said about the house.”

“Yes, she did. And so did you.”

I sat down on the bed, looking out the window at the maple tree that gave the street its name.

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