I figured my parents were just overreaching to help Chloe through a rough patch with money, taking over my master bedroom because they thought I’d go along with it while I got used to civilian life again.

I thought it was nothing more than the same old family favoritism, with no idea that my house and my finances were being taken apart behind my back.

“I’ll put my things downstairs,” I said flatly.

“Good,” Richard said, turning back to Vance.

“We eat out here at six.

Chloe wants to talk about knocking out the non-bearing wall between the kitchen and the dining room next month.”

I turned and went back inside through the sliding glass door.