Gwendolyn stood in the foyer, arms crossed.

“If you walk out that door, don’t expect everything to be exactly the way you left it.” Marisol paused on the entryway rug.

“That’s another good reason to put everything in legal writing tomorrow.” “You can’t just evict family from their home!” “I’m not doing anything tonight except leaving,” Marisol said evenly, “because I no longer trust myself to have this conversation productively.” “I have rights in this house!” Gwendolyn shouted.

Marisol opened the front door and looked back once.