I stepped out, already dreading what I might find. And there it was. The dining table is now their new stage. I couldn't believe my eyes.
This crossed a line.
Without a second thought, I hit pause on whatever twisted show they were putting on.
"Hey, big brother, big sister," I called out, my voice dripping with cold sarcasm. "Why not take it to the bedroom? If the guest rooms are too cramped, you can always use my master bedroom. I’ll sleep in the guest room from now on."
I didn’t wait for an answer. "This is where I eat. Could you at least show some basic decency?"
Maybe it was my sudden intrusion, but the moment I spoke, both of them lost their enthusiasm.
"Eloise, you just had a miscarriage, and now you won’t even let me help Vernon?" Riley snapped, frustration dripping from her every word. "Do you want him to hold it in until he breaks down?"
I bit back my anger and tried to explain, my voice quiet and steady. "I never said you couldn’t help him, but could you at least do it somewhere other than my house?"