“This is not a discussion, Samantha. Emily is family. She is my daughter, and she is carrying my grandchild. She deserves more respect than being forced onto an air mattress.” My voice was steady, each word deliberate and unyielding.

Lily looked between us, clearly uncomfortable with the tension in the room. Samantha, still trying to maintain her composure, tried to defend herself. “I was just trying to make sure Lily was comfortable. It’s not like the air mattress is that bad…”

I cut her off abruptly. “It’s not about the mattress, Samantha. It’s about how you treated Emily. She came here seeking refuge, and you made her feel unwanted and burdensome. That’s not how we treat family.”