A cold realization hit me. I turned immediately and walked upstairs, ignoring my father calling after me.
I opened the guest room door. Suitcases were spread across the floor. Clothes hung from the wardrobe. Makeup covered the dresser. The room I had kept perfectly maintained now looked like it had already been claimed.
“What is this?” I asked, my voice tightening despite myself.
Kristin appeared behind me and lifted a key with a small, satisfied smile.
“Surprise,” she said lightly. “Dad helped me get a copy.”
My stomach dropped, even though part of me had already expected something like this. My father walked in and sat down as if the space belonged to him.
“It’s normal for parents to have a spare key,” he said casually. “Just in case.”
I crossed the room and opened the closet. My clothes had been pushed aside.
“These are not your things,” I said, turning back to them. “Pack everything and leave.”
Kristin’s expression hardened instantly. “You think you’re better than everyone,” she snapped. “Everything you have is because of this family.”
My mother stepped in quickly. “Kristin is starting a business. This house could help her succeed.”