She was planning to move back to sleep on the couch again in Parker's house.
Rowan rushed to me, pleading, "She's getting old. Sleeping on the couch every night is giving her backaches. She only came to help us with the baby, after all."
Upon hearing Rowan defend her, Lauren seemed to think there was still a chance of staying, stalling as if she didn't want to leave.
There was indeed a chance.
But it was just not for the reason she thought.
I suddenly realized that even if I kicked her out, she'd still cause trouble over at Parker's place.
We lived in the same community, so I couldn't be sure that she wouldn't find a way to mess with me and my son.
If I couldn't control her, then at least I could avoid her.
"Alright, she can stay here," I said, "I've been feeling down lately anyway. I'll take my son and stay at my mother's for a while. You two can do whatever you want."
When Lauren saw that I was compromising, she didn't appreciate it and pushed her luck even further.
"If you want to go back to your parents' house, fine. But why are you taking my precious grandson? He still needs to wear that vest to change his fate!"