“Oh, Allison, you are finally here,” she said without even bothering to move from her comfortable spot.
“We actually thought you were going to take a lot longer to finish your business trip,” she added with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“What exactly is going on here in my home?” I asked while leaving my heavy suitcase by the front door.
“Trevor’s family needed some extra space because they are going through some very tough times lately,” she replied calmly.
“You know that this house is absolutely huge, so please do not be so incredibly selfish with your space,” she continued.
I ignored her and ran upstairs to the master bedroom while my heart started pounding against my ribs before I even opened the door.
When I stepped inside the room, I barely recognized the space that I had decorated with such care and precision.
Three cheap air mattresses were lying on the polished hardwood floor, and all of my designer dresses had been tossed out of the closet.
My professional suits, the ones I wore to my most important board meetings, were stuffed into large black garbage bags in the corner.
And my bed, my beautiful and expensive bed, was completely gone from the room.
I went back downstairs while trembling with a mixture of pure rage and total disbelief.
I found Trevor in the modern kitchen, pouring himself a glass of aged whiskey as if absolutely nothing was wrong with the situation.
“Where is my bed, Trevor?” I demanded as I stood in the doorway with my fists clenched at my sides.
He did not even look up at me as he took a slow sip of his drink.
