“You needed to learn some boundaries, Claire,” he said. “Mom says you've been getting too comfortable acting like this place belongs to you.”
I looked up at the stone balcony, the expensive windows, and the soft lights glowing from the nursery I had decorated while Daniel complained about every invoice.
“It does belong to me,” I said quietly.
He laughed.
“Don't start. You're emotional. Women get like this after having a baby.”