Patricia wiped her mouth with a linen napkin.
“Oh, don’t make this dramatic,” she said. “Emily has been difficult lately. We’re simply teaching her what it means to maintain a proper household.”
I placed my phone on the table with the camera still pointed toward them.
Then I walked across the kitchen and shut the freezing window.
“Emily, get your coat.”
Daniel immediately moved into the hallway, blocking our path.
“She’s not going anywhere.”
I stared at him.
He continued.
“She has no money. She has nowhere else to live. And she doesn’t get to take anything I paid for.”
Then he pointed at me.
“If you interfere, I’ll call the police and have you arrested for trespassing.”
I almost laughed.
Daniel clearly had no idea whose house he was standing in.
After my husband died, the property had been purchased through the Lawson Family Trust.
I had personally handled the closing.
And there was only one name on the deed.
Emily’s.
Daniel had contributed nothing toward buying the house except promises.
But I didn’t tell him.
Not yet.
I helped Emily put on her boots while Daniel threatened divorce.
Patricia followed us, listing every reason Emily had supposedly failed as a wife.
She couldn’t cook properly.
She spent too much.
She was lazy.
She was ungrateful.
At the front door, Emily leaned toward me.
“Mom…”
Her voice was barely audible.
“He took my phone.”
I looked at her.
“What else?”
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