I Let My Stepdaughter Think She’d Taken Over My House

the door.

A uniformed police officer stood waiting beside a locksmith carrying a heavy metal toolbox.

Behind me…

Michael spoke nervously.

“Karen…”

“What have you done?”

I looked back at him.

“Exactly what you should have done last night.”

At that moment…

I believed the locksmith was there for only one reason.

To replace every lock in the house.

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