I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice firm.
My father emerged from the house, a sheepish look crossing his face. “We thought we’d help tidy up a bit before moving in,” he said, as if this was a logical explanation.
“Tidy up? You’re moving in without my permission!” I shot back, incredulous.
Lily appeared in the doorway, rolling her eyes. “Tessa, this is ridiculous. It’s just a vacation home. We’re family. Why do you have to make everything so difficult?”
