— “You had no right to record that.”
— “It’s my house,” I said firmly. “And they’re my cameras.”
He tried to put his hand in the gap of the door.
— “Look, let’s just sit down and talk like adults.”
— “We’re done talking.”
I unlatched the chain, but not to let him in. I stepped out onto the porch and pulled the door shut behind me.
— “I’ve already filed a fraud alert with the county,” I said quietly. “And I’ve notified the notary board. Any attempt to use a power of attorney in my name will be treated as a felony.”
He stared at me, stunned.
— “You’re serious?”
— “Dead serious.”
At that moment, a car pulled into the driveway. Evelyn stepped out, looking as poised as ever.
— “What’s the meaning of this?” she asked, her voice cold.
I turned to her.
— “The game is over, Evelyn.”
She looked at her son.
— “You blew it.”
He didn’t say a word.
I hit play on the app one more time. Her own voice filled the driveway. Evelyn’s expression turned to stone.
— “You’ll regret this,” she hissed.
— “No,” I replied calmly. “I’m just done being the only one who believed in ‘family.'”
