She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears. “But Dad, this is your home.”

“Not anymore, sweetheart. It hasn’t been for a while.” I stood, putting the last of my things into the suitcase. “I need to find a place where I can live my life without feeling like a burden.”

Tiffany crossed the room in a few quick steps and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I should have stood up for you.”