She had forgotten to stop recording before I walked in.
The phone had captured Dustin sitting alone in the corner.
It had captured the single cold potato on his plastic plate.
It had captured Judith saying children who were not really family needed discipline.
And it was still recording.
I did not tell Ellie.
I turned toward my mother-in-law.
“You have two hours to pack.”
Judith slowly placed her wineglass on the table.
“This is my son’s home.”
“No.”
“This house belonged to my father.”
“My name is the only name on the deed.”