THAT NIGHT, WHEN MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW SAID FLATLY TO HER HUSBAND, “GET HIM OUT OF THIS HOUSE.

I almost smiled.

Need.

Not want.

Need.

The word carried a different weight now.

Across the table, Elaine slid the amendment closer.

I glanced down.

And felt something inside me finally settle.

For years, I had left everything to Michael.

Everything.