After My Divorce, My Parents Invited Us In — Then Pushed My Children Aside For My Brother’s Family

call you when you come to yours,” I replied.

As we drove away, Owen asked, “Are we really not going back?”

“Not to live there,” I said, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. “Is that okay with you?”

He nodded, very seriously.

“I didn’t like the basement. It was scary.”

“I know, buddy. You won’t have to sleep there ever again.”

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