And I’d watched it all, from my phone, from a hotel room, jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
The reason I’d deliberately invited the entire family to this party—my birthday, my “housewarming,” the celebration they’d pretended to be proud of—was because I needed witnesses. Not because I wanted revenge as a performance, but because I wanted the truth to exist in the open where it couldn’t be rewritten later.
I turned my gaze back to Kristen.
“Hey,” I said, voice calm enough to make her uneasy. “That spare key you found at Mom and Dad’s… did you really think I simply forgot it there by accident?”
Kristen’s triumph faltered. Her smile froze.
“What are you talking about?” she snapped, defensive.
“It’s your fault for leaving it there,” she added quickly, like she could shove the responsibility back into my lap.
“No,” I said. “It was bait.”
The word hung in the air.
Kristen’s eyes widened slightly. My mother’s brow furrowed. My father’s posture stiffened.
“I knew from the beginning you’d copy it,” I continued, “and start invading my house while I was away.”
My voice didn’t shake. I wasn’t even angry anymore. I was precise.