I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was unbelievable.
“Rent-free?” I said. “I’ve been paying your mortgage for almost three years. I cover the utilities. The internet. Half the groceries.”
Dad’s jaw tightened.
“We never asked you to do that.”
“You didn’t have to,” I replied. “You said you needed help. You said it was temporary.”
Mom pointed at the door like she was casting me out of the house.
“Then leave!” she shouted. “If you’re so miserable, get out and never come back!”
The room went silent.
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