I let a small silence sit there.

“You gave your friends the code to my house,” I said, “while I stood outside it in the rain with our three-day-old baby.”

Chapter 7 — Stop Acting Entitled

“It’s our house, Jessi,” Luca snapped, all the poolside warmth gone now.

“God.

Stop acting like an entitled control freak about everything.

Just stay at Evelyn’s for the month, okay?

Rest.