My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. Daniel.
Running late. Everything okay?
My hands shook as I typed back.
Come home now. My mom and Tyler are here. It’s bad.
My mother noticed me texting and narrowed her eyes immediately. “Are you calling Daniel so the two of you can gang up on us?”
“No,” I said evenly. “I’m calling my husband because this is his house too.”
That made her flinch, though not from guilt. From irritation.
Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I made a plan.”
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