I had anticipated this plea, but my decision remained the same. “You have two days to make arrangements. I’ll assist you in finding a place, if necessary, but you cannot stay here any longer.” My voice softened slightly as I added, “This isn’t just about yesterday, Samuel. It’s about everything leading up to it. Your mother deserves peace in her home.”

Samuel nodded, a reluctant acceptance seeping into his posture. He understood, perhaps better than Everly, the quiet strength and dignity his mother possessed, and how undeserving she was of the insult thrown at her.

As they retreated to their room, I turned to find Martha standing in the doorway. There was a mix of relief and sorrow in her eyes, but mostly, there was love. She walked over to me, her steps sure and steady.