I Arrived at My Beach House to Find It Under Construction. By Morning, They Were Knocking at 6 a.m.

“Do it all,” I said.

The rest of Friday crawled by in thick tension. Matthew and Khloe spoke in low voices whenever I appeared. The workers arrived, and Khloe had to tell them to wait, that there was a small problem with permits.

At three in the afternoon, Matthew knocked on my door. “Mom, can we talk?”

He came in, sat on the only chair, looked tired continue reading …