Rudela, As he promised, Kyle took his parents to his younger brother’s apartment. I had braced myself for shouting and blame, certain they would accuse me of driving them out. Instead, to my complete surprise, my mother-in-law seemed eager to go. Before they left, my father-in-law walked over and looked straight into my eyes. “Everything you have done for this family, I am grateful for.” The words caught me off guard. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out before he turned and left the house. Worry settled heavy in my chest. I had always made sure he took his medicine on time. Without me there, who would watch over him? A week passed. Their absence left a quiet hollow inside me, yet the freedom that filled the empty space felt almost dizzying. Kyle was home more. We cooked side by side, laughed without lowering our voices, and moved through the small rooms as if they finally belonged to us alone. He started coming back earlier each day, arms full of things I had never imagined o
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