I stood motionless at the entrance of my own beach house, my weekend bag still hanging from my shoulder, staring at my brother-in-law.

Those words struck me like a sudden slap.

His face was full of contempt, his finger pointed at me as if I were some unwanted guest.

Behind him, I could see his parents, his brothers, and several relatives scattered around my house, drinking beer from my glasses and leaving their shoes all over my white living-room carpet.

My name is …