Tyler cut me off with a laugh. “Not happening. You’re not going to kick out a pregnant woman, are you? That would be heartless.”
“This is my house,” I said. “Dad left it to me.”
“It’s the family home,” Mom snapped, entering the kitchen. “They’re starting a family. What’s wrong with you? Have some compassion!”
All three of them stared at me like I was the villain.
“Fine,” I said at last, setting the plate down before it shattered. “But things need to change.”
Tyler scoffed as he opened the fridge. “Sure thing, princess.”
They left laughing. Mom stayed behind.
“You need to be more flexible,” she said. “Gwen’s pregnant now. She requires special attention.”
I turned back to the sink overflowing with their mess.
“Right,” I muttered. “Special attention.”
I had no idea how literal that would become.
“Katie! Wake up!”
