Then Priscilla began visiting every weekend with Gregory.

And by degrees, without any single moment I could point to, all four of them had come to treat my private home as a shared family estate.

At first I let it go, because I lacked the energy to do anything else.

When my mother reorganized my pantry and moved all my dishes, I said nothing.

When my father moved Tristan’s tools out of the workshop, I said nothing.

When Priscilla filled my guest closet with her wardrobe, I swallowed it and stayed quiet.