“This whole complicated juggling act is totally absurd when Joanie has a big four-bedroom house sitting empty in Columbus,” Gretchen announced boldly.

“Austin would have his own bathroom, a huge backyard to play in, and Joanie has the money to spoil him rotten without any stress.”

“Austin has two living parents who promised to raise him, Gretchen,” I answered, keeping my voice even.

“He’s nine years old, Claire, which means he’s plenty old enough to understand that families have to make hard sacrifices in hard times,” Gretchen argued dismissively.

I leaned across the island and stared straight into my mother-in-law’s cold, judging eyes.