The motel room was shabby, but it was all I could find at the moment. I tossed my bag on the chair and sank onto the bed, my mind racing with anger and ideas. What on earth were Harold and Diane thinking? My home wasn’t a vacation spot! I spent that night tossing and turning, planning my next move. By morning, I had a new resolve: I would confront them again, and this time I wouldn’t back down.