I opened the front door without knocking.

My mother stood by the staircase, crying into a dish towel. My father stood near the entry table, shaking so hard that his glasses had slid down his nose. Craig was inches from him, broad-shouldered, red in the face, stabbing one finger through the air.

“This is my house now, old man,” Craig yelled. “You and Helen need to pack your things and get out.”

Vanessa leaned against the kitchen archway, drinking wine from one of Mom’s crystal glasses. She laughed as if the whole thing were entertainment.

“Dad, don’t be dramatic,” she said. “You and Mom don’t need all this space. Craig and I have kids. Ethan won’t care.”

Craig pushed a cardboard box toward my father’s feet.

“Door’s right there,” he snapped. “Use it.”

My father’s lips moved, but nothing came out.

That was when I walked in and shut the door behind me.

The music continued for half a second before someone in the living room switched it off.

Vanessa’s smile vanished.

Craig turned around slowly.

I looked at the box, at my father’s trembling hands, at my mother’s tear-streaked face, and then back at my sister.

“Interesting,” I said quietly. “Tell me again whose house this is.”

Part 2

Craig was the first to regain himself, or at least he tried to.

He pulled his shoulders back and gave me the same arrogant look he used at family dinners whenever he wanted everyone to think he understood business, law, money, and the world better than anyone else present.

“Ethan,” he said, forcing out a laugh. “You showed up at a bad time.”

“No,” I replied. “Looks like I showed up exactly on time.”

Vanessa set her wineglass down with too much force. It clicked against the marble counter.

“Don’t start,” she said. “You have no idea what’s been going on.”

I looked at my mother. Her eyes were swollen, and there was a bruise-colored shadow around her wrist. It was not dark purple, not fresh enough to make the situation undeniable at a glance, but enough to tell me someone had held her too tightly.

My father tried to pull himself upright.

“Ethan,” he said, voice faint. “We didn’t want trouble.”