“My house, my rules,” my daughter-in-law said as she took back the spare key, expecting me to stay with the children while she and my son went away for the weekend.

offer to solve the next conflict in their calendar. Sometimes I could hear him pause at where he once would have asked. I let the conversation continue on another subject.

There were moments when I wondered whether I’d made the exit too sudden. Then I remembered the six-week agreement, the dinner conversation, and Monday’s discussion about coverage. Claire’s hand on the spare key hadn’t been our first exchange on the subject. It had been when I finally believed what she and Daniel had been showing me. I could regret the