“She said we needed to protect the Harrison family reputation from military retaliation.”

“She’s terrified of looking small,” I said.

“There was a paper sitting on the kitchen counter by the microwave,” Ethan said.

“She typed it up three days ago while you were working on client accounts in the spare room.”

“What paper?” I asked.

“A household rules contract,” Ethan said.

“Three pages of rules about laundry schedules, kitchen cleanup, car use, and when Noah was allowed to leave the house.”

“She expected me to sign a contract to live in that house?”