I looked around my living room again.
The decorations suddenly made more sense. The furniture had been arranged differently, not simply pushed aside for guests. Decorative cushions I’d never seen before covered my couch.
Someone had even moved my reading chair away from the window.
“Did you think you were moving in here today?” I asked.
“No,” Brittany said. “After the baby’s born. Daniel said we’d start getting the house ready.”
I turned to my son.
“You let your wife plan a future in my home without mentioning it to me?”
“I was going to explain everything.”
“When? After my furniture was gone?”
“Mom, please.”
“Answer me.”
He said nothing.
I faced the guests.
“I’m sorry, but this celebration is over. This is my home, and I was never asked to host it.”
A few people looked embarrassed. Others stared at Brittany.
She set the letter on the table and began thanking them for coming.
