Chapter 2: A Family Shouldn't Need Barriers
In his hand was the guest room door.
Harold had taken it clean off its hinges while Grace was sleeping — screwdriver, hinges, the whole thing — and leaned it quietly against the hallway wall.
Just like she'd done to ours.
Grace's mouth opened and closed like she couldn't find the words.
Harold spoke first.
"A family shouldn't need all these barriers, right, Mom?"
"That is completely different—"
"How?"
She pointed a shaking finger at him.
"I am your *mother.*"
"And she is my *wife.*" His voice didn't rise.
That was the part that scared her, I think.
He wasn't angry.
He was done.
"You will put our door back tomorrow morning.
You will knock before entering any room in this house.
And if you can't do that, I'll book you a hotel tonight."
Grace turned to me, eyes blazing.
"You put him up to this."
I didn't answer.
Harold stepped closer.
"Don't."
She stared at him for a long moment — then something shifted in her face.
Not shame.
Something colder.
"Fine," she said quietly.
"But you'll regret this, Harold."
She walked back into the doorless guest room and didn't come out again.
I thought it was over.
It wasn't.
The next morning, I found Grace at the kitchen table — with Harold's phone in her hand.
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What did Grace find on that phone?
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What Harold did next left me completely speechless.
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