She steamed and paced and stomped and stewed.
The temerity. The audacious liberties he’d taken.
It was one thing to sell the house.
Another, to have removed her name from the deed.
To have kept the change hidden.
Her parents’ house, no less.
The place of hers – not his – childhood.
Cruelty was why she’d left him.
He, vacationing on islands.
She and the children, homeless.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Temerity in 69 words.