I took a steadying breath. “I won’t stand in the way of your career, Everett. But four years is a serious arrangement. Your parents are used to open space, and this condo is compact.

I work fifty-hour weeks — I can’t provide round-the-clock care.”

Shirley’s face twisted, and she slapped the table. “What are you insinuating? That we’re a burden? My son sacrifices everything for this marriage, and you won’t even host his parents?

You call yourself a devoted wife?”

Everett’s voice went soft and manipulative. “Mom, please — she only worries about your comfort. Stella, they aren’t getting any younger. Help me carry this, and I’ll send you my entire London paycheck.

Buy whatever you want.”