My husband gave my luxury SUV to his sister without even asking my permission, and when I confronted him, he gave me a cold smile and sneered: “What does a housewife need a car for?”

Tiffany got out of the car and told me I had gone too far. “Give me back the keys and the papers,” I demanded.

“My brother was just trying to help me,” Tiffany insisted. I told her that he was helping her with something that didn’t belong to him.

Tiffany left the keys on the counter but didn’t move. She asked if I was really going to sell the house because of this.

Harrison appeared in the kitchen doorway, looking pale with his shirt half buttoned. For the first time, it was he who spoke with a breaking voice, begging me not to sell the house.

I didn’t answer right away while I finished getting the children ready for school. Harrison was still standing there while Tiffany watched the scene with a mixture of insolence and victimhood.

“The children go into school in twenty minutes. I’m not going to do this in front of them,” I said. Caitlyn understood more than a nine year old should, while Lucas only sensed the tension.

I took them in the small car and dropped them off at school. When I returned, Tiffany was gone, but Harrison was waiting in the living room with the documents.