My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

and cosmetics case. She had left my grandmother’s mug on the coffee table. Good. Had she tried to take it, I might have discovered a temper after all.

At the door, she turned.

“You’re trash,” she said again, more weakly this time.

I looked at Andre.

“Please escort the trash out.”

Dana coughed into her shoulder.

Priya’s mouth twitched.

The elevator doors continue reading …