“She’s my mother. If she wants to check that you’re taking proper care of our home, she has every right to.”
I stared at him.
“My underwear drawer is not part of a housekeeping review.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Why are you making this weird?”
That was the moment something in me shifted. Kathryn had crossed a line, yes. But Austin had erased the line completely.
Twenty minutes later, she said she needed the bathroom and went upstairs.
The next Saturday, I tested it.
I photographed every drawer in our bedroom. I tucked an old receipt under the liner in my underwear drawer and laid a strand of hair along the inside edge where it would fall if someone opened it.
Kathryn came over that afternoon with lemon bars.
Twenty minutes later, she said she needed the bathroom and went upstairs.
I stayed in the kitchen doorway and listened.
