Watching my son's and daughter's names revert to the ones my parents had painstakingly chosen, names brimming with love and good wishes, the anger that had filled my chest gave way to something warm.
My mother-in-law seemed pleased too. She pulled out her phone and started a voice call with someone, bragging about how her son now owned a sprawling apartment in the heart of downtown.
I didn't know what the person on the other end said, but her expression shifted in an instant. She set the phone down and rushed over.
She slammed her hand down on Jim's, stopping him mid-signature, and looked up at me.
"I changed my mind. One apartment isn't enough."
The color drained from all three of our faces at once.
My father held his temper, his voice low with warning. "We respected your concern for your son. We agreed to your terms."
"If you keep pushing, you're going to burn through every last shred of goodwill between these two."
My mother's expression turned cold. "If you have more demands, you'd better lay them all out right now."
"Going back on your word like this? You're just toying with us."
My mother-in-law straightened in her seat.
"Fine. I won't beat around the bush."