“I’m clearing out my sewing room tonight,” Sarah said, pointing toward the narrow hall behind her.

“We’ll put the spare twin mattress on the floor for you.”

“What about the baby?” I asked, my hand going back to my breastbone.

“The crib box is still sitting in his garage.”

“Bring the crib box over here tomorrow,” Sarah said, her voice firm and blunt.

“We’ll set it up in the corner right next to my fabric bins.”

“Sarah, if I leave him, he’ll lock me out of the house for good,” I said.