They were almost here. They hoped my driveway was clear. They told me to pick up. No one rents a truck that size for a visit. My stomach sank. I went downstairs, turned on the floodlights, and opened the front door, but I stayed planted in the doorway.
“Dad. Mom. What is going on?”
Arthur marched up the porch steps, soaked from the rain and already irritated.
“Carter, finally. Get a coat. We need to unload before the mattresses get wet.”
“Unload? What mattresses? Why are you here?”
He looked at me as if I were stupid.
“We’re moving in, obviously. Now move. It’s freezing.”
My mother hurried up beside him, clutching her purse and trembling.
“Please don’t be difficult, Carter. We’ve had the worst day. Can we just come inside?”
“You can’t show up with a U-Haul and move into my house. You have a house in Ohio.”
Arthur sighed like I was testing his patience.
“We sold it. Closed this afternoon.”
“You sold your house? Why?”
“To save Chloe,” Martha cried. “Your sister was in trouble. The bank was going to foreclose. We couldn’t let our little girl lose everything.”
