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.
“The arrangement under which Eric rents this house from me well below market value.”
The color drained from Eric’s face.
Tessa slowly turned toward him.
“You rent this place?”
Eric’s jaw tightened.
“Mom.”
But Barbara wasn’t finished.
“I bought the property because Eric couldn’t qualify for the mortgage himself. I’ve charged him a family rate ever since.”
Tessa looked stunned.
“You told me this house was yours.”
“Can everyone stop talking?”
Eric snapped the words.
Barbara remained perfectly calm.
“When the current agreement ends, so does the special rate. After that, you may pay the normal amount or move.”
Eric stared at his mother.
“You can’t completely change my life because you’re angry.”
Barbara’s expression hardened.
“I’m not angry with you.”
A pause.
“I’m ashamed of you.”
The words landed harder than shouting ever could have.
Eric looked away.
Barbara continued.
“Claire didn’t ask me to do this. She didn’t even know about the house. I’m doing it because I’ve finally realized how long I’ve protected you from the consequences of your own choices.”
Then she turned toward me.
“We’re leaving.”
Eric followed us toward the car.
“Mom, come on. Seriously.”
Barbara opened my door.
“No, Eric. I’ve spent thirty-four years waiting for you to grow up.”
Then we drove away.
Part 6 — I Stopped Begging
Barbara’s next stop was the pharmacy.
She paid for Chloe’s medication and breathing supplies.
I sat in the passenger seat afterward with the pharmacy bag on my lap.
My mind kept replaying Eric’s words.
