My Family Tried to Move Into My Mountain House Without Asking

being difficult about something she had already decided.

“You need to leave,” I said.

“We’re not leaving,” Lydia said flatly from the doorway. “Move-in day is Saturday, but we figured we’d start early. The kids were excited.”

Move-in day.

They had a date. A schedule. A plan that had been made in detail, over time, without me.

Something inside me that had continue reading …