My daughter announced that I should leave my own home while a waiter stood beside our table holding a pepper mill.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreg needs a proper office,\u201d she said. \u201cWe can\u2019t keep putting our future on hold.\u201d<\/p>\n
The waiter\u2019s hand stopped turning.<\/p>\n
A few grains of pepper fell onto my untouched pasta.<\/p>\n
Sarah looked up at him with the bright, impatient smile she used when someone interrupted a conversation she considered important.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He withdrew.<\/p>\n
Across from me, Greg leaned back against his chair. His steak lay in a shallow pool of butter, untouched except for one precise cut through the middle. He looked relieved, as though Sarah had finally mentioned an overdue repair.<\/p>\n
I set my fork beside my plate.<\/p>\n
It was my sixtieth birthday.<\/p>\n
There were fresh flowers on the table, a bottle of wine Sarah had described as a treat, and a white envelope inside my purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cHonestly, Mom,\u201d she continued, \u201cwe\u2019ve tried to make this work. Your pension helped, but lately it feels as though we\u2019re supporting an arrangement that doesn\u2019t benefit anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did. I had heard those words often enough to recognize when she wanted me to supply a kinder meaning than the one she had actually expressed.<\/p>\n
Greg lifted his glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are some excellent communities for older people now. My colleague\u2019s mother loves hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says she does.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah reached across the table, stopping just short of touching my wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019d have activities. Company. People at the same stage of life.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her hand.<\/p>\n
She still wore the narrow silver bracelet Peter and I had given her when she graduated. I remembered fastening it because her fingers were shaking with excitement.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you would stay in the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, obviously.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it gently, almost indulgently.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo point turning everyone\u2019s life upside down.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, I could hear the old kitchen clock ticking above our back door. I was nowhere near the house, but the sound came to me clearly.<\/p>\n
Peter had bought that clock at a hardware shop during the winter we could barely afford heating. For thirty years, we had meant to replace it with something nicer.<\/p>\n
We never did.<\/p>\n
Three years before that dinner, Sarah had called while I was sorting towels.<\/p>\n
Her first words were, \u201cPlease don\u2019t be angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n
In the background, I heard traffic and the repeated clicking of a petrol pump.<\/p>\n
Greg had lost money in investments he had assured her were safe. Their rent was increasing. They were using credit cards to cover expenses, and she had stopped opening some of the envelopes arriving in the post.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
She started crying harder.<\/p>\n
I did not press her.<\/p>\n
That was one of my mistakes, although I could not have named it then. I heard my daughter frightened, and the practical questions felt cruel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have room,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly for a few months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome home, Sarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
She thanked me so many times that I finally laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBring some milk. That will do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Peter had been dead eighteen months.<\/p>\n
By then, people had stopped asking whether evenings were difficult. They assumed grief had settled into something manageable because I remembered appointments and no longer cried in supermarkets.<\/p>\n
But the house had become loud with its own sounds.<\/p>\n
The refrigerator humming. Pipes cooling behind the walls. A branch touching the upstairs gutter when the wind came from the west.<\/p>\n
I ate standing at the kitchen counter more often than I admitted.<\/p>\n
When Sarah and Greg arrived, carrying suitcases and talking over each other about where to put things, I felt useful again.<\/p>\n
The first few weeks were good.<\/p>\n
Greg repaired the gate latch. Sarah made soup and left portions in the freezer with dates written neatly on top. They paid the utility bills and insisted on buying groceries.<\/p>\n
We watched a television series together on Sunday evenings.<\/p>\n
Sometimes Sarah rested her feet beneath my thigh the way she had as a teenager, stealing warmth without asking.<\/p>\n
I mistook those small familiarities for evidence that we understood one another.<\/p>\n
At the end of the first month, I mentioned making a plan.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s get through this quarter,\u201d Greg said. \u201cThen I\u2019ll know where I stand.\u201d<\/p>\n
He worked in commercial sales then, and he could make uncertainty sound like an opportunity that needed patience.<\/p>\n
Sarah nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree more months won\u2019t hurt, will they?\u201d<\/p>\n
I said no.<\/p>\n
A week later, she stood in my bedroom doorway looking at the fitted wardrobes.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s silly, really,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUs squeezing into the spare room while you\u2019ve got all this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was folding Peter\u2019s old gardening jumper. I had kept it because the cuffs still held the shape of his wrists.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll this\u201d was the bedroom where we had slept together for most of our marriage.<\/p>\n
Sarah walked to the wardrobe and slid a door open.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreg\u2019s suits are getting crushed. We could move your things in an afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had already measured the space.<\/p>\n
I should have said that grief did not make my bedroom vacant.<\/p>\n
Instead, I asked where she thought the chest of drawers would fit.<\/p>\n
That Saturday, Greg moved the bed frame while I carried smaller things down the hall.<\/p>\n
Peter\u2019s photograph was last.<\/p>\n
I placed it on the guest room windowsill because there was no bedside table.<\/p>\n
Sarah hugged me when it was done.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re wonderful, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a few days, I lived on that sentence.<\/p>\n
The garage followed.<\/p>\n
Greg bought a rowing machine secondhand, then a weight bench, then a rack of weights that arrived in a delivery van.<\/p>\n
He said exercise helped him manage stress.<\/p>\n
My car could stand on the driveway. His equipment needed protection from damp.<\/p>\n
One morning, I scraped ice from the windscreen while he exercised inside the garage with a heater running.<\/p>\n
He waved through the window.<\/p>\n
I waved back, holding the scraper.<\/p>\n
I can still feel embarrassed for that version of myself, although embarrassment is unfair. She was trying to keep a family together using the skills she knew.<\/p>\n
Give a little. Make room. Let it pass.<\/p>\n
Greg lost his job that summer.<\/p>\n
For two weeks, he came downstairs in a shirt and tie, carrying his laptop to the kitchen as though he were keeping office hours.<\/p>\n
Then the tie disappeared.<\/p>\n
Then the shirts.<\/p>\n
The utility payments stopped without a conversation.<\/p>\n
When I asked Sarah, she rubbed her forehead and said, \u201cPlease don\u2019t add to what he\u2019s already dealing with.\u201d<\/p>\n
So I paid.<\/p>\n
I paid for groceries and electricity, for the property taxes and insurance, for the leaking pipe beneath the kitchen sink.<\/p>\n
A new job came four months later.<\/p>\n
The payments did not return.<\/p>\n
Whenever I raised money, they brought up some expense I had not known existed: car repairs, professional memberships, interest charges, an insurance excess.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, deliveries appeared.<\/p>\n
Shoes. Supplements. A new coffee grinder. Cushions Sarah said had been discounted.<\/p>\n
The house began to look more expensive while I became more careful in the supermarket.<\/p>\n
What hurt most arrived in smaller moments.<\/p>\n
Sarah moved Peter\u2019s chair because it interrupted the room.<\/p>\n
Greg turned down the television when I spoke, then raised it before I had finished.<\/p>\n
My reading glasses disappeared into a drawer because they looked untidy on the table.<\/p>\n
Once, I heard Sarah describing the kitchen to a friend over the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll replace those cupboards eventually. They\u2019re very much my mother\u2019s taste.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was standing beside the cupboards, cutting an apple.<\/p>\n
She did not lower her voice.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s baking sheets brought our first real argument.<\/p>\n
I found them beside the rubbish bin beneath a broken plastic container.<\/p>\n
One had a crescent-shaped dent near the edge. My mother had dropped it when I was eleven, trying to catch a falling mixing bowl with her knee.<\/p>\n
She had laughed until she cried.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese aren\u2019t rubbish,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Sarah looked up from the instruction booklet for her juicer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re ancient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey belonged to your grandmother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t keep every object someone touched.\u201d<\/p>\n
I carried them to the sink.<\/p>\n
She watched me washing them.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no room in that cabinet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the juicer can go somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically. Just enough for me to see how unfamiliar she found my refusal.<\/p>\n
Later, Greg told me I had upset her over cookware.<\/p>\n
I asked whether he understood what the sheets meant.<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cI understand that we all live here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I dried them carefully and took them upstairs.<\/p>\n
The afternoon with the vacuum came a month later.<\/p>\n
I had made tea and was sitting at the kitchen table, looking through an old seed catalogue Peter had marked years before. I was considering putting beans in the narrow bed beside the fence.<\/p>\n
Sarah placed the vacuum cleaner next to my chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreg\u2019s manager is coming for lunch. Could you do downstairs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHalf past twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was nearly eleven.<\/p>\n
She opened the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd could you stay upstairs while they\u2019re here? Just until they\u2019ve finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought I had misunderstood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a work thing. We don\u2019t want the house feeling crowded.\u201d<\/p>\n
There were four bedrooms and two sitting rooms.<\/p>\n
\u201cI could eat in the kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, please don\u2019t make this difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n
A little tea had run beneath my thumb. I remember that more clearly than her face: the cooling wetness, the handle of the cup, the hum of the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
I looked at the vacuum.<\/p>\n
Then I moved my cup away from it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have plans today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat plans?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave a startled laugh.<\/p>\n
But I went upstairs, put on my coat, and left through the front door.<\/p>\n
I ate lunch in a caf\u00e9 near the bus station.<\/p>\n
A woman at the next table was helping her grandson sound out a menu. He kept guessing words by their first letters and looking pleased with himself.<\/p>\n
I sat with a bowl of soup going cold.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I let myself finish a thought I had been stopping halfway through.<\/p>\n
They were not merely staying too long.<\/p>\n
They had begun to think of my continued presence as the problem.<\/p>\n
That evening, after they went to bed, I opened the metal document box Peter and I had kept beneath the stairs.<\/p>\n
I had checked those papers when Sarah first arrived. Grief had already taught me how quickly circumstances could change, and I wanted our records in order.<\/p>\n
Now I checked again.<\/p>\n
The house was mine.<\/p>\n
The ownership transfer following Peter\u2019s death had been completed properly. The mortgage was paid. No later document had changed any of that.<\/p>\n
Yet I had allowed daily life to develop as though facts on paper were less important than who spoke most confidently in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I opened a separate bank account.<\/p>\n
I redirected my pension and changed passwords they had come to know through years of ordinary family carelessness.<\/p>\n
I kept paying essential household expenses. I stopped covering extras.<\/p>\n
Sarah noticed when a furniture order failed.<\/p>\n
She followed me along the hallway with her phone in her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you move money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it\u2019s mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mouth opened, then closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe discussed that cabinet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou discussed it. I said we didn\u2019t need it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped in front of me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t live here for nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked past her toward the front door.<\/p>\n
Peter and I had sanded that door together one summer. There was still a faint ridge beneath the paint where he had dripped varnish.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re providing a roof over your head. You ought to contribute.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Sometimes silence gives people room to hear themselves.<\/p>\n
Sarah filled it instead.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cI think I finally do.\u201d<\/p>\n
She heard agreement.<\/p>\n
Her shoulders relaxed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell. Good.\u201d<\/p>\n
That frightened me more than if she had shouted.<\/p>\n
A week later, I met Thomas.<\/p>\n
He was a property lawyer recommended by the solicitor who had handled Peter\u2019s estate. His office was being renovated, and he asked whether a coffee shop would be convenient.<\/p>\n
I almost canceled.<\/p>\n
Paying someone to explain my own home to me felt extravagant and disloyal.<\/p>\n
Then Sarah sent a message asking whether I could collect Greg\u2019s dry cleaning.<\/p>\n
I went.<\/p>\n
Thomas arrived carrying a narrow notebook and wearing a coat with one button hanging by a thread.<\/p>\n
He asked my name even though it was written on the appointment.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would you like to happen, Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
I had prepared a speech about Sarah\u2019s good qualities.<\/p>\n
Instead, I said, \u201cI\u2019d like to stop feeling as though I need permission to come downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not look shocked or pitying.<\/p>\n
He opened his notebook.<\/p>\n
We began with ownership. Then money. Then the arrangement under which Sarah and Greg had moved in.<\/p>\n
He did not promise that a deed meant I could put their possessions on the pavement. He explained that ending someone\u2019s residence had to be handled properly, even when the original invitation came from family.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like them to leave?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you like to remain in the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked through the window.<\/p>\n
A man was carrying flowers across the road with the stems sticking out from beneath his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat can be a separate decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
For months, I returned to that sentence.<\/p>\n
I had been treating every question as a test of whether I loved my daughter.<\/p>\n
Thomas separated them.<\/p>\n
Did I own the house?<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
Did I want to keep subsidizing two employed adults?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Was I allowed to want a different home without proving that the old one had become unbearable?<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
There were no dramatic schemes.<\/p>\n
There were copies, statements, dates, and conversations.<\/p>\n
He asked me to keep a written record of expenses and important exchanges. He advised me to secure original documents and make certain my wishes concerning future incapacity and inheritance were recorded accurately.<\/p>\n
Most of all, he refused to hurry me into a decision I could not bear to carry out.<\/p>\n
During those three years, my preparations grew from a folder into a life.<\/p>\n
I walked through smaller properties on weekday afternoons.<\/p>\n
I calculated what living alone would cost.<\/p>\n
I learned that a flat above a bakery smelled wonderful at nine in the morning and less wonderful when deliveries arrived before dawn.<\/p>\n
I learned that I wanted a lift, a balcony, and a room where nobody could put a rowing machine.<\/p>\n
I did not tell Sarah.<\/p>\n
Twice, I tried a smaller truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis arrangement can\u2019t continue forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both times, she answered as though soothing a tired child.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll talk when you\u2019re less upset.\u201d<\/p>\n
After that, Thomas helped me put practical boundaries in writing.<\/p>\n
I emailed them an account of essential costs and said clearly that living with me did not transfer ownership of the house.<\/p>\n
Sarah called the email cold.<\/p>\n
Greg did not reply.<\/p>\n
Nothing improved.<\/p>\n
I began moving the things I could not replace into secure storage.<\/p>\n
Winter coats first.<\/p>\n
Then albums.<\/p>\n
Then Peter\u2019s books, with their small pencil marks in the margins.<\/p>\n
I wrapped my mother\u2019s china at the dining table while Sarah was at work.<\/p>\n
The quiet click of cup against saucer made me stop several times.<\/p>\n
I was not taking the house apart to punish anyone.<\/p>\n
I was trying to preserve the parts of my life that had become vulnerable to someone else\u2019s impatience.<\/p>\n
Sarah noticed a gap in a cabinet.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s all the old stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPacked away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinally decluttering?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg called from the sitting room.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo your closet next. My golf clubs need somewhere decent.\u201d<\/p>\n
I carried another box to the car.<\/p>\n
He did not offer to help.<\/p>\n
By the week of my birthday, I had a place to go.<\/p>\n
I had also made a decision about the house.<\/p>\n
Thomas and I had spent enough time discussing it that I could hear his questions without him being there.<\/p>\n
Was I choosing freely?<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
Did I understand the consequences?<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
Was I prepared for Sarah to be angry?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Would waiting make that easier?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Three days before my birthday, Sarah came upstairs smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re taking you to Bellini\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was folding a blouse into my suitcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds nice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust the three of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned against the doorframe.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd afterward, we should have a proper conversation about the future.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smoothed the blouse.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
After she left, I sat on the bed for a long time.<\/p>\n
I had known a confrontation was coming.<\/p>\n
Knowing did not make it painless.<\/p>\n
On the afternoon of the dinner, I met Thomas one last time at the coffee shop.<\/p>\n
The fan still clicked.<\/p>\n
He checked the papers, arranged copies in order, and slid them into a white envelope.<\/p>\n
I wrote Sarah\u2019s name on the front.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead them through again before you go,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd remember that handing over these copies is only part of the process. We\u2019ll handle the formal steps.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have transport?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomewhere to sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you don\u2019t have to solve every argument tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
At home, I put on a blue dress Peter had liked and the small gold earrings he had given me for our twenty-fifth anniversary.<\/p>\n
Greg appeared at my bedroom door.<\/p>\n
He looked at the bare shelves.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really got rid of everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded approvingly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMuch better.\u201d<\/p>\n
My suitcase was already in my car.<\/p>\n
He did not notice.<\/p>\n
At Bellini\u2019s, Sarah ordered wine without asking the price.<\/p>\n
Greg talked about a project at work. For a few minutes, I let myself listen.<\/p>\n
There was a little curl at the back of Sarah\u2019s neck where her hair never stayed pinned. She had had it as a child.<\/p>\n
I wanted the evening to be ordinary.<\/p>\n
I wanted her to ask about my day.<\/p>\n
Then she began explaining why I should move.<\/p>\n
She mentioned my pension as though it were a disappointing subscription.<\/p>\n
She described the guest room as space they needed back.<\/p>\n
She talked about senior living without once asking how I felt about being sent there.<\/p>\n
And finally, she said they would keep the house.<\/p>\n
I touched the clasp of my purse.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat have you decided?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cQuite a few things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n
I brought out the envelope.<\/p>\n
He reached for it, and I held it still.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s addressed to Sarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
The waiter appeared with chocolate cake and a candle.<\/p>\n
He saw our faces.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you prefer a moment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
He put down the plate and left.<\/p>\n
Sarah gave a brittle laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething I need you to read.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at her name.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I nearly took it back.<\/p>\n
Not because I doubted the decision.<\/p>\n
Because I could still see the little girl who used to bring me school forms with crumpled corners, certain I would fix whatever frightened her.<\/p>\n
But the woman opposite me was not asking for help.<\/p>\n
She was announcing that my life belonged elsewhere.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you think happens after tonight?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe find you somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you remain in my house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur home,\u201d Greg said.<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were invited to live there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told us to make ourselves comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Thomas had sent a brief message telling me everything was ready.<\/p>\n
Sarah saw his name.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg sat forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you need a lawyer for?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sarah slipped a nail beneath the flap.<\/p>\n
She drew out the papers, glanced at the heading, and went still.<\/p>\n
Greg leaned close enough that his shoulder touched hers.<\/p>\n
Sarah read the first page again.<\/p>\n
Then she looked up at me, all her earlier sweetness gone.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re ending our right to live there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved to the next page.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve arranged to sell it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve signed an agreement to put it on the market. The sale will be handled properly, after the house is vacant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Greg reached for the papers.<\/p>\n
Sarah kept hold of them.<\/p>\n
For the first time that evening, she sounded like someone who understood she had something to lose.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are we supposed to go?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the birthday candle burning beside my untouched plate.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat,\u201d I said, \u201cis the question you should have asked before deciding where I belonged.\u201d<\/p>\n
END PART 1<\/p>\n