“Major, are all occupants authorized to remain at this location after your departure?”
It was a routine security question, not an offer to remove anyone.
Still, every face in the doorway changed.
I looked at my mother first.
She had known David made every mortgage payment. She had watched him replace the kitchen cabinets and repair the drywall. She had stood in that kitchen while telling me to put my belongings beside Julian’s car.
Then I looked at my father, who had treated my grief as bad manners because it made Thanksgiving uncomfortable.
Finally, I looked at Harper.
She was still standing beside the bedroom she had promised to her husband.
“They are authorized to remain temporarily,” I said. “I will provide written notice regarding future access today.”
My father took one step forward.
“You are throwing your parents out?”
“I am ending an arrangement that you abused.”
