The Return

Douglas yawned. Summer was over. They'd gotten back from Thailand two days ago, a week after Mira's grandmother's funeral. The jet lag was brutal.

"How were the kids?" Douglas asked.

"Oh, wonderful," Elizabeth said. "It was so, so great to have them back. In fact..." Here it came, Douglas thought. She was going to ask for custody, and start a big fight. "We thought you guys want to move back in with us. In the guest house of course. It'd mean a lot to us, Douglas, Mira. A lot to me."

Douglas blinked. Now that was a surprise.