At 6:03 on a Tuesday morning, Adam learned exactly how little his stability was worth to the people who had been living off it.
The knocking came before the coffee had even finished brewing. Sharp, loud, and entirely intentional, the kind of knock that isn’t asking whether it’s a good time.
He was standing in the kitchen of the apartment above his parents’ garage with one sock on and the other still in his hand when the door opened and his sister Chloe walked in carrying two duffel bags and wearing the kind of smile that had always meant trouble for somebody who wasn’t her.
She said she was moving in.
His mother, standing on the patio below in her robe with a coffee cup held in both hands, called up that it was fine.
His father didn’t bother pretending to be neutral about it.
And when Adam reminded them, evenly, that the apartment was his space and that he paid for it every single month, his mother told him they were doubling his rent.
That was the moment the whole arrangement stopped being a family favor and started looking like what it actually was.
Adam had spent six years being the dependable one.
He paid every month in cash, on the first, without being asked. He fixed the sink himself when it leaked instead of bothering his father about it. He replaced the microwave when the old one died. He bought the couch, the bed, the shelves, the lamps, the little table by the window, and the rug that still had a bleach stain in one corner from the summer he’d tried to get a wine spill out of it.
He had made that apartment livable. Not luxurious. Livable.
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