gave a small laugh.
“With the baby, I mean. I’m going to be exhausted.”
Daniel appeared behind her.
“Claire, don’t start.”
I smiled once more.
“I’m not starting anything.”
That afternoon, their sense of entitlement became almost theatrical.
Vanessa adjusted the thermostat to her preference.
Daniel handed her my usual parking spot.
Her mother opened my refrigerator and began writing a grocery list for me.
Then Vanessa entered my home office without bothering to knock.
“I’ll need this room during the day,” she announced. “The guest room doesn’t get enough
