During the storm evacuation, my mother and I pulled a girl from a stranded car and carried her to safety through waist-high water. By morning, she had found her father again. Before he drove us back to our rented room, she asked me a question I had never dared ask anyone: did I want a dad? Years later, her father married my mother, and the four of us made a family in a house that had never been meant for me. Now that house is about to be sold, and my stepsister and I disagree on what it means to let it go. I know what it cost my mother to belong there. I also know what it cost my sister to share it. When keeping the house means choosing one of those truths over the other, can we still choose each other?