“They Took My Office Without Asking — And Chose the Worst Possible Room”

word hung in the air like something foreign.

“Conditions?”

“I’ll fix it once,” I said. “After that, we sit down as a family. Real budget, real responsibilities. Ethan starts contributing—job, rent, chores. No more free rides.”

My father’s breathing grew heavy. I could almost see him weighing pride against comfort.

“Deal,” he finally said.

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