Three weeks after my parents gave my sister the house I’d been paying the mortgage on, they invited me to a “family dinner.” After some awkward small talk, my mother finally got to the point. “Tessa, as you know, Lily and Jake need their own space now.” My father jumped in, “What your mother is trying to say is, we can’t live here with them anymore.” I waited. “So,” my mother continued, smiling sweetly, “we’ve decided we’re going to move into your vacation home.” I set my fork down. “Let me get