My Mother-in-Law Took My SUV Keys, and Then My Father Showed Up

I pulled my laptop back onto the side table.

“Did he ask to come in?”

“He asked if his mother could bring over a gift box of handmade baby blankets on Saturday morning,” my father said.

I looked up from the side table straight at my father.

“Tell him no.”

My father lifted Noah higher on his shoulder without breaking eye contact.

“He needs to hear your conditions from you, Camila.”

“He’ll hear them,” I said.