That was the nursery I had spent three months putting together, my heart full of hope the entire time. I'd lined the walls with non-toxic wallpaper, ordered a custom crib, and filled the shelves with a matching set of prenatal learning toys.
I climbed the stairs and planted myself in the doorway.
"This is my baby's room. Nobody touches it."
Tony came up behind me, grabbed my arm, and yanked me aside.
"The thing in your belly hasn't even been born yet. What does it need a whole room for?"
"Rufus is five. He needs his own space."
He turned and barked at the workers.
"What are you standing around for? Throw all that junk out!"
They swarmed into the room.
The imported crib was dismantled into planks and hauled out.
The pure-cotton baby clothes I'd picked out myself were tossed in a heap on the hallway carpet.
Faith led the boy upstairs.
She surveyed the wreckage on the floor and pressed a hand over her mouth.
"Please don't be upset. Tony just feels bad that Rufus doesn't have a place to sleep. If it bothers you, Rufus and I can stay at a hotel."
Tony grabbed her hand immediately.
"This is your home. I'd like to see anyone try to make you leave."