The Room That Broke Us

Synopsis

Day 47 of the renovation – I stared at the revised blueprint the designer sent over, and my jaw dropped. My study was gone. In its place stood this massive room. Roughly two hundred square feet. South-facing. Ensuite bathroom. Twenty square feet bigger than Michael's and my own master bedroom. I called the designer, "Who the hell changed this?" He hesitated for three seconds. "Mr. Foster came by last week and signed off on it himself. He said it was for the old folks to live in. He told me to knock down the study wall and add a senior-friendly bathroom." I gripped my phone, nails digging into my palm. I was the one who paid twenty million bucks for this place. And he didn't even bother to give me a heads-up.