My stepmother moved into the $5.6 million beach ho…

It was nearly midnight. I was alone in a house I had owned for less than twelve hours. And my stepmother was informing me she and my father were moving in the next day and reallocating rooms like a hotel manager.

I stayed very still in my chair. “The next day,” I repeated. “Yes.” Her voice held the easy impatience she reserved for moments when she expected the world to rearrange itself around her without friction.

“Daniel wants sea air, and honestly it makes more sense. That big house will be lonely for one person and wasteful to maintain if you’re there by yourself. We’ll make it lively.

Khloe’s been desperate to get out of that apartment anyway.”