The Acknowledgement
She loved their new suburban Maryland home even if it was leased. It was theirs. At least for the next 12 months. The house had no sick parents, no confused mother on the floor desperately trying to clean up the mess she’d made, no angry sisters, no gaslighting and no fighting. No misunderstandings. No flying monkeys, smear campaigns or hysterical tears. And above all else, no one dying. The angry, bitter storm clouds were dissipating. The turbulence they had created leaving with them and allowing auto pilot to kick in.
