Because what I was about to reveal wouldn’t just take my house back.
It would expose my entire family.
Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed.
“Cameras live.”
“Lawyer on standby.”
I stayed outside on the curb like I was calm enough to accept defeat. I even let Karen Bennett believe her performance was working.
Because that’s the thing about people like her:
They don’t get reckless when they’re angry.
They get reckless when they think they’ve won.
Inside the house, I could hear them moving around—laughing, opening cabinets, already claiming space like it belonged to them. I knew they’d start saying things out loud, bragging, slipping, confessing.
Continue on the next page:
