I eventually moved back into my primary bedroom and filled the house with my own things. The house finally felt quiet and honest for the first time since I had bought it.

Ownership is not the same thing as having access to a room. Gillian had access to my family and my father’s money, but she never truly owned any of it.

I still live in Monterey Bay and Randall visits me every other Sunday for dinner. We are slowly repairing our relationship without anyone else there to translate the truth for us.

I am no longer the daughter who can be edited out of the picture. I am the woman who built her own house and waited for the lie to finally run out of places to hide.

THE END.