Mark stepped out wearing dark designer sunglasses, Melanie was clinging to him in a flowing white beach dress, his mother Martha was sobbing as if she were attending a funeral, and his sister Brenda was recording everything with her phone camera.
“You have no right to treat my son like a stray dog!” Martha shouted at me from the sidewalk.
“I did not treat him like a dog,” I replied calmly. “I simply packed his things.”
Mark tried to push past me to enter the hallway.
“This is my house too, Jessica!”
“It never was your house, Mark.”
Melanie looked pale and suddenly nervous, and she whispered to him, “Did she really cancel all the credit cards?”
Mark glared at her with pure frustration.
“Just be quiet for a minute.”
In that moment, I realized that their honeymoon had ended long before it even officially began.
While they were busy hauling boxes under the hot sun, with all the neighbors peeking out from behind their curtains, Mark received a phone call that completely changed the atmosphere.
I could not believe what was about to happen.
