"Kids are kids. They make messes. We already scolded her."
"Zoe, my daughter isn't as lucky as you. She didn't marry a good man."
"Her husband has a terrible temper. They fight constantly. What's she supposed to do? She has nowhere else to go but here."
"When your mother arrives, I'll have my daughter squeeze in with me. It absolutely won't affect your mother's stay."
Connor had backed her up.
"My sister's raising a kid on her own. Cut her some slack. When your mom gets here, I'll replace everything brand new, exactly what you bought. I promise she'll be comfortable."
They'd both sworn up and down, so I swallowed my anger and let it go.
But now I saw it clearly.
They had never intended to let my mother stay in this house. Not from the beginning.
That was why they'd brought Fay and her kid in to take the room. That was why they'd picked a fight with my mother over nothing.
When I brought this up, Rebecca's expression flickered, but she recovered quickly, her voice righteous as ever.
"Zoe, that's not fair."
"My daughter came because she was in trouble. We're her family. It's only right that we help each other out."