“Mom. Dad. The house is not available this weekend. The locks have been changed. The alarm is on. There are cameras inside and outside. Everything happening right now is being recorded. Please leave the property.”
My mother made a sound that was not crying and not screaming, but something torn between
the two.
My father stared directly into the camera.
For the first time in my adult life, he looked confused.
Not angry. Not smug.
Confused.
Because I had said no before.
But this was the first no that came with a locked door.
“Open this door,” he said. “We need to discuss this like adults.”
“We are discussing it like adults,” I said. “I am an adult in my house telling you that you do not have permission to enter.”
“You cannot do this to your mother.”
“I am not doing anything to her. I am keeping my house closed.”
