At 3 a.m., my stepmother and stepsisters stole my credit card and spent $100,000 on a luxury trip—returning home smug and unaware the card they used wasn’t what they thought it was.

finally stood, the newspaper abandoned on the counter.

“Natalie,” he said carefully, “there’s no need to make this dramatic.”

I looked at him.

“No need?”

Vanessa stepped forward, her voice sharpening.

“You left the card accessible.”

“That doesn’t make theft legal,” I replied.

Chloe dropped her designer bag onto the marble floor.

“We thought it was yours!”

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