My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

guests. Family helps family.”

I didn’t raise my voice. I let the room breathe.

The tiny succulent on the bookshelf blinked once – so faint you’d miss it if you didn’t know where to look. My security system doesn’t shout. It records. Every room. Every word. Timestamped. Cloud-backed.

I took two slow steps forward, perfectly framing Derek, the broken latch,continue reading …