Chapter 3 - The Order to Leave
Connor took one slow, deliberate step forward, shielding his wife and sick son behind his broad shoulders.
"My wife has been awake for forty-eight hours taking care of our feverish baby, Mom," Connor said, his voice dropping into a chilling register.
"And while she suffered in silence, you were draining our savings to pay for your country club dues."
Beatrice scoffed loudly, crossing her arms over her charcoal grey draped dress. "Don't you dare speak to me in that tone in this house!"
"This is my home, Mom," Connor corrected, pointing a firm finger toward the grand arched doorway.
"I pay the mortgage, I pay the property taxes, and as of this exact second, you are no longer welcome inside it."
Sarah looked up at her husband through tear-filled eyes, a heavy weight lifting from her chest for the first time in two years.
Beatrice stared at her son in absolute, paralyzed disbelief, her manicured fingers clutching her handbag so tightly her knuckles turned white.
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"You are throwing your own mother out on her birthday?" Beatrice gasped, her voice cracking with wounded pride.
"Get out before I call the police and file assault charges for what you just did to Sarah," Connor commanded without hesitation.
