same kitchen she had helped design, furnished with her own hands, and cared for throughout most of our marriage.
Now she looked uncomfortable simply standing inside it.
I turned back to Ethan.
“What exactly was your mother refusing to understand?”
He sighed dramatically.
The way he spoke made it sound as though he were the responsible adult dealing with two unreasonable children.
“Dad, look at the situation realistically. You and Mom aren’t getting younger. Maintaining a house this size is becoming unnecessary.”
I didn’t interrupt.
He continued.
“Ashley and I
