My husband stood in the middle of the townhouse my parents had bought for me, his mother linked to his arm, and spoke like a man already dividing an estate.
“This place is beautiful,” Brian said, sweeping his hand toward the staircase. “The upstairs can be for my parents. The downstairs is perfect for Linda and Kevin.
Jess, you should get extra keys made tomorrow.”
I had just come out of the kitchen carrying a white ceramic platter of cut strawberries, grapes, and pineapple. The words hit me so hard my grip tightened. The edge of the plate scraped against the granite counter with a sharp sound that seemed to slice through the whole room.
My mother-in-law, Sharon, turned immediately.
“Jessica, honey, be careful,” she said with a frown.
“That dish set looks expensive. With more family around, you’ll have to be more mindful.”
I slowly set the platter down and looked at the two of them.
Brian had that pleased little smile on his face, the one that said he thought I was finally falling in line. Sharon had already wandered out toward the balcony, praising the view of the community garden below.
The late afternoon Seattle light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows and turned the hardwood floors gold.
“This location is fantastic, Brian,” she called. “Your father’s knees aren’t what they used to be. Living here will be so convenient for his walks.”
“Mom, the primary bedroom has an en suite bathroom,” Brian said.
“It’s perfect for you and Dad.”
Then he turned back to me.
“And, Jess, we can turn your office into a study room for Kevin. He’s starting elementary school soon. He needs a quiet place.”
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