His sister smiled politely while the pregnant woman relaxed in her chair as if she had just secured a comfortable future.
My mother in law looked around the living room with open approval before suggesting that it would be easier for everyone if I moved out of the house within the month.
I repeated her words thoughtfully and asked if they truly expected me to leave.
She replied that Logan needed stability now and that a baby deserved a proper home environment where both parents could live peacefully.
I stood up slowly and listened to the faint echo of my footsteps across the wooden floor because this house had witnessed years of quiet effort and sacrifice that none of them seemed willing to remember.
“You are absolutely right,” I said calmly, “a proper home is important.”
Logan frowned and asked why I was agreeing with everything so easily when the situation clearly should have upset me.
I walked toward the hallway cabinet and removed a thin blue folder that had remained untouched for years.
When I returned to the living room I placed the folder on the coffee table and opened it so that the original property deed rested clearly in front of them.