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

I got up from the desk chair and dragged the rigid black walking boot across the thin carpet, gripping the edge of the dresser for balance before unlocking the deadbolt.

Ethan stood in the dim hallway holding two paper coffee cups, my laptop charger, and a bright blue plastic folder tucked under his arm.

His thumb kept running along the brass ring of his key chain, the metal keys making a quiet clicking sound in the empty hallway.

“I brought your charger from the kitchen desk,” he said, clearing his throat twice before looking down at my foot.

“And your client accounting files.”