indicated there was movement near my vacation home. I felt a knot form in my stomach. Had they seriously gone behind my back? My heart pounded in my chest as I clicked on the live feed.
Sure enough, there they were—my parents and Lily, unloading boxes from a moving van. I couldn’t believe the audacity. After all that had been said, they still thought they could walk over me. My hands shook with a mixture of anger and disbelief as I watched them casually move into my space, as if they owned the place.
I decided to leave work early and drive up to the cottage. The two-hour trip felt like a lifetime as I replayed the events of the past weeks in my mind. I tried to concoct various ways to confront them, but nothing seemed right. As the cottage came into view, I pulled over, took a deep breath, and steeled myself for the confrontation.
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