stared at her for a long moment.
Dad whispered, “Margaret, enough.”
My sister looked down.
Mom lifted her wineglass.
“What? I’m being honest. Family has standards.”
I pushed my chair back.
“We’re leaving.”
Lily looked at me with wet eyes but didn’t cry.
That nearly broke me.
Then Ethan stood.
He didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t slam the table.
He simply looked at my mother and said four words.
“She owns this house.”
Mom’s face went white.
I stared at him.
“What?”
Ethan reached into his jacket and placed
