“That was kindness, Eliza. Not a transfer of ownership.”
“I did.”
“You said your house was my house.”
I remembered saying it.
“That was kindness, Eliza. Not a transfer of ownership.”
She laughed bitterly.
“Oh, please.”
“And now I find out you took a key without asking me.”
“No. You started acting like my kitchen was yours. My time was yours. My husband was something you could joke about claiming.”
My voice shook, but I kept going.
“And now I find out you took a key without asking me.”
“I never tried to sleep with Andrew.”
“I didn’t say you did.”
“Then what are you accusing me of?”
“She’s been through a terrible year.”
I pointed at the key.
“Thinking access to my life belongs to you.”
She started crying.
My mother reached for her.
“She’s been through a terrible year.”
“I know.”
Andrew picked up the key and placed it in front of me.
“Then don’t throw her out when she has nowhere emotionally safe to go.”
That hurt.
But I didn’t back down.
“My home can be safe for my sister without my marriage becoming available to her.”
Nobody spoke.
Andrew picked up the key and placed it in front of me.
