“I agreed to nothing of the sort.”
Her face reddened.
“Daniel told me you wanted us to have the house. He said you didn’t like living alone since his father died.”
I looked toward the empty space above the fireplace.
Paul had been gone for four years. Some evenings, I still caught myself reaching for the television remote to hand it to him.
But I had never said I wanted to leave our home.
“Being lonely sometimes doesn’t mean I want somebody to move me out,” I said.
Daniel shifted uncomfortably.
“I thought we could work something out.”
“Then why didn’t you ask?”
He didn’t answer.
One of Brittany’s friends quietly picked up her purse. Another guest approached us.
“Excuse me. I thought this was a baby shower and a little housewarming celebration. Brittany said they’d be moving in soon.”
Brittany closed her eyes.
“That’s what my husband told me.”
