My Sister Sabotaged My Car Before My Custody Hearing—She Never Expected I Had Recorded Everything

Not worn.

Not leaking.

Cut.

I looked toward the porch.

My mother, Margaret, stood there calmly sipping coffee.

Beside her, my sister Paige smiled as if she had just watched a television show instead of nearly causing our deaths.

« You should’ve stayed where you belonged, » my mother called.

Those words erased any remaining doubt.

I quietly pulled my phone from my pocket.

Paige frowned.