month later, Susan invited several old friends over for dinner.
Nobody touched the thermostat without asking.
Nobody moved her father’s photographs.
Nobody told her that boundaries were selfish.
After her guests left, Susan stood alone in the foyer.
She looked around the house that had once belonged to her father and now belonged to her.
For the first time since inheriting it, she understood that ownership wasn’t simply a name written on a deed.
It was responsibility.
It was choice.
It was the right to decide who entered your life,
