For months, my son’s new wife had treated every trace of his late wife as something that needed to disappear. I stayed quiet to keep the peace—until her housewarming exposed something none of us expected.

On the afternoon of the party, I came in through the side door carrying a tray of lemon bars and froze in the entryway.

Nearly everything I remembered had vanished.

The drawings in the hallway, the crocheted afghan, the framed photograph of Ivy in her sunflower dress—all replaced by white walls, white furniture, white decor.

I reminded myself that it was only a house. Chloe, my son’s new wife, had every right to decorate it however she liked.

Still, there was one part of the house I desperately hoped she hadn’t changed.

Chloe stood in the living room, shoulder pressed against the arm of a long white couch as she dragged it across the rug toward the bay window.

“Marlene. You’re early.”

“I said I’d help set up.”

Without stopping, she pushed until the couch settled against the far wall beneath the window.

I placed my tray on the counter.

Then I realized exactly where she’d positioned it.

“I wouldn’t put it there.”

Chloe straightened, brushed her hair back with her wrist, and gave me the particular smile she used whenever she was preparing to correct someone.

“It grounds the room, Marlene. I follow this interior account that explains feng shui, and this wall is the only placement that works.”

“Chloe. Seriously. Anywhere but there.”

She stared at me for a moment.

“Is there a reason?” she finally asked.

“I just wouldn’t.”

Her expression tightened. She tapped her sneaker against the floorboard several times, as though testing it.

“The contractor said it was fine,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “They didn’t even have to replace the original boards in this part of the room.”

My gaze fell to the floor beneath the couch.

Those original boards were still intact.

For reasons Chloe couldn’t possibly know, I needed them to remain that way.

She pushed the couch firmly against the baseboard. “Nolan and I already talked about the layout,” she said. “It’s staying.”

For the moment, I said nothing more.

As I moved through the living room, memories surfaced everywhere I looked.

There was the corner where my late daughter-in-law, Rosalind, used to stack cushions into giant forts for Ivy and Theo. Nearby stood the bookshelf that once displayed their finger-painted mugs.

For six months, I’d deliberately kept my opinions to myself.

Nolan had finally begun to seem happy again, and I refused to become the mother-in-law who made his second marriage difficult simply because I couldn’t release the past.

Whenever another reminder of Rosalind disappeared, I repeated the same thing to myself.

This wasn’t my house.

“Rosalind used to build enormous pillow forts right here,” I said. “The kids would eat dinner inside.”

Chloe paused briefly. “I know,” she said. “Everyone keeps telling me how Rosalind did things.”

The edge in her voice was impossible to miss.

Then the side door swung open and my grandchildren, Ivy and Theo, rushed inside from the yard.

Theo carried an old red plastic tub of Legos under one arm—the same one Rosalind had bought them the Christmas before she became ill.

“Grandma!” Theo shouted, wrapping himself around my legs.

Ivy hugged me too, quietly, as she seemed to do everything these days.

Chloe immediately noticed the Lego tub.

“Those again?”

Theo tightened his grip. “Mom bought them for us.”

Something passed across Chloe’s expression.

She started to speak, reconsidered, then walked into the kitchen.

I crouched beside the children. “You two want to build something with me before the guests come?”

Theo was already opening the lid.

My eyes returned to the white couch.

I needed to warn Nolan before the party became too crowded.

I saw him outside through the back door and started toward him.

“Grandma, look!”

Theo caught my hand and tugged me back toward the rug, where Ivy had begun sorting through the Legos.

I glanced again at the couch.

Five minutes, I decided. Then I’d find Nolan.

—

Soon the house was crowded with conversation while the smell of grilled meat drifted in from the yard.

Nolan stood outside with his friends, grilling and laughing.

Five minutes stretched into ten because someone always seemed to be talking to him. I remained with Ivy and Theo while waiting for a chance to catch him alone.

“Look, Grandma.” Theo raised a Lego ship. “It saves people from storms.”

“And I made the launchpad,” Ivy said, pointing toward a green plate surrounded by tiny red boosters.

“Your mom would have loved it.”

Ivy smiled down at her hands.

Then Chloe entered with two friends and stopped when she noticed the floor.

“Oh my God,” she muttered loudly enough for nearby guests to hear. “I literally just vacuumed this rug.”

Priya, a tall woman wearing a cream jumpsuit, glanced toward the children before quickly looking away.

Chloe crossed the room in three quick steps.

Before Theo could pull his creation away, Chloe took the ship from his hand.

“Hey,” Theo said, his voice small. “I was just showing Grandma.”

“I don’t care,” Chloe snapped loudly. “You two need to take this plastic junk upstairs right now. You are completely ruining the aesthetic of my house.”

As she moved toward the Lego tub, her heel caught Ivy’s launchpad, sending the little red boosters scattering across the white floor.

Ivy immediately knelt to collect them.

“Chloe, careful.”

“I’m tired of stepping over this stuff,” she snapped. She dropped Theo’s ship into the tub. “You have a whole playroom upstairs. TAKE IT THERE. NOW.”

“But Grandma was looking at it,” Theo whispered.

“And Grandma can look at it upstairs.”

Nearby conversations began fading.

Theo stared silently at his ship.

Ivy didn’t protest. She rarely did anymore.

Instead, she put an arm around her brother and began gathering the scattered pieces.

“Come on,” Ivy whispered. “We’ll finish it upstairs.”

“Chloe,” I said calmly. “Give him back the ship.”

“Marlene, please.” She rolled her eyes toward her friends. “You always take their side. They have a whole playroom.”

“He was showing me something he built.”

“And I’m asking them to build somewhere else. In my house. Is that so unreasonable?”

I looked from Theo to Ivy.

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