My parents sold their paid-off house to rescue my sister, then showed up at my lake house with a moving truck. “We’re your parents. We don’t need permission to live here,” Dad demanded. But when I found a note slid under my front door, I realized this was much worse than a family emergency.

I would save him from consequences.

“Option A sounds fair,” I said.

Something in him finally collapsed.

“Load the truck,” he muttered bitterly.

Then he looked directly at me.

“You’re dead to us, Carter. You have no family.”

I held his stare.

“I haven’t had family in years,” I replied. “Only dependents.”

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