I told myself I’d endure their bitterness in silence. But silence, I would learn, only feeds wolves.
The Invasion
It was a rainy afternoon in May when the front door slammed open and the sound of rolling suitcases echoed against the hardwood Dad had restored with his own hands.
“Surprise!” Tyler grinned from the entryway, Gwen glued to his side, their luggage spilling in like a flood.
I froze. “What’s all this?”
“Our lease ended. Thought we’d stay here. Plenty of space, right?”
I turned to Mom, praying she’d stop him. But her smirk told me everything.
“I told them it was a wonderful idea,” she said.
My throat tightened. “This isn’t your house to offer.”
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