I couldn’t believe it.
They hadn’t asked permission.
They’d simply assumed my home was theirs to use.
But the worst part came when I noticed the empty space above my fireplace.
My late husband’s portrait was gone.
In its place hung a giant photograph of Brittany.
“Where’s your father’s picture?” I asked Daniel.
Brittany shrugged.
“It didn’t match the decorations. We put it in the garage.”
Something inside me snapped.
But I didn’t scream.
Instead, I walked upstairs, opened my bedroom closet, and took out a gift I’d been keeping for the baby.
I’d planned to give it to Daniel privately after the birth.
Now I had a better idea.
I placed it inside a large pink gift bag and returned downstairs.
Brittany was opening presents when I entered.
“Oh, finally!” she laughed. “Another gift!”
I handed her the bag.
Daniel saw it and immediately went pale.
“Mom… please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
