After losing everything in a house fire, 68-year-old Donald Harper had no choice but to move in with his son, Peter. At first, it felt like a blessing — a chance to be surrounded by family and laughter again. But as the weeks went by, doubt began to creep in.

His neighbor Mary often joined him for tea on the porch, but her words started to haunt him. “I’m telling you, Donald,” she said one afternoon, “your son will get tired of you soon. You should find a place of your own before that happens.”