“There you are,” Brian said to Ethan, too brightly. “We thought you’d come to the front.”
Ethan didn’t take his eyes off me. “Grandma lives here?”
Brian laughed once. “It’s a guest suite.”
Melissa added, “She likes having her own place.”
I opened my mouth to smooth things over, the way I always did, but Ethan spoke first.
“This is a converted storage room.”
Brian’s expression hardened. “Watch your tone.”
Ethan turned fully toward him. “Why is my grandmother living behind the house?”
The answer came out of Brian like it had been waiting years for someone to hear it.
“Because the house belongs to my wife now,” he snapped. “And if my mom complains, she’s out for good.”
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