“They told me to find my own place.” Isabelle said it with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s Marcus’s house now, Genie. Maybe you should move somewhere more fitting for a woman your age.” My own son agreed. After fifty years of life under this roof, they wanted me out. They gave me two weeks to pack up everything I’d built and loved. They expected me to cry, to beg, to leave quietly for some quiet community with bingo nights and early dinners. I didn’t do that. I kept my voice soft and m