I didn’t argue.
I stepped back, pulled out my phone, and sent one text to two contacts:
“Turn on the cameras. Call the lawyer.”
Karen Bennett laughed sharply. “Oh, look at you—acting important.”
Madison Bennett smirked. “Who are you going to call? No one will take you seriously.”
They turned away, already celebrating, already acting like I was a guest at my own front door.
But as they walked inside, Madison Bennett dangling my keys like they were hers, I lifted my eyes to Karen Bennett and held her gaze.
“Are you sure?” I asked softly.
Karen Bennett’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Yes.”
I nodded slowly.
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