“This concerns everyone.”
“No. It concerns me and the person refusing to move out of my apartment.”
Mia groaned.
“You’re so dramatic.”
Karen folded her arms.
“Family helps family, Thomas.”
Something about hearing that sentence again finally made my hands shake.
“Family doesn’t get to insult me inside my own home.”
Mia laughed.
“You’re so sensitive.”
Karen nodded.
“Maybe if you lightened up once in a while, people wouldn’t say things like that.”
I pointed toward the door.
“Both of you. Out. Now.”
Karen’s expression hardened.
“You’ll regret this.”
Maybe I should have paid more attention to those words.
They weren’t just angry words.
They were a warning.
My father called less than an hour later.
He almost never called.
“Thomas,” he said, sighing heavily, “what’s going on? Karen says you’re kicking Mia out with no warning.”
“No warning?”
I almost laughed.
