Around twenty minutes later, Eric opened his front door.
He stopped dead.
“What the hell?”
Tessa appeared behind him in slippers.
Eric picked up the note.
His expression changed immediately.
“My mother.”
Tessa lifted one of his old trophies.
“Why is your childhood on our porch?”
“I don’t know.”
That was when Barbara stepped out of the car.
“Good morning.”
Eric turned.
“Mom?”
She approached calmly.
“You said you wanted your own life. I’m finished providing storage for it.”
He stared at her.
“So Claire complained to you and now you’re doing this?”
Barbara smiled faintly.
“No, Eric. The boxes aren’t the important part.”
Tessa stopped examining the trophy.
Eric crossed his arms.
“What are you talking about?”
Barbara removed an envelope from her purse.
“I’m informing you that our housing arrangement is going to change.”
Tessa frowned.
“What housing arrangement?”
Barbara looked at her.
