Then I walked to the sideboard, picked up a cream-colored envelope, and handed it to her.
“You’re right,” I said. “It is getting late.”
She took the envelope, confused. “You and Daniel should probably start packing.”
Her smile disappeared. Daniel pushed back his chair. “Mom, what did you do?”
Melissa tore open the envelope and read the first line. Then she looked at me — and for the first time since she moved into my house, she seemed to understand that the rules were about to change.
She had tried to give me a curfew in my own house. She had no idea the house already had new rules — written two months earlier, signed, sealed, and waiting in a cream-colored envelope on the sideboard.
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