I caught my dad on my security camera planning to move my brother into my house while I was on a trip, and when my mom said, “Once everything is here, she will not make a scene. She will just accept it,” I set a trap for them.

It was enough.

Then the footage from the next day came in.

Kyle and Brittany arrived at my house.

My brother unlocked my front door with what had to be a copy of the spare key. He walked straight to my bedroom, not the basement, and opened my closet.

“This is way better than I expected,” he said.

Brittany was filming on her phone.

“Look at this closet space,” he said.

“And the view from this window is so much nicer than that apartment,” Brittany said.

Then she paused.

“Mom said the basement.”

Kyle flopped onto my bed.

My bed.

With his shoes still on.

“Big sister doesn’t need the master bedroom,” he said. “She’s never even here.”

Brittany’s voice came from off camera.

“You sure she won’t freak out?”

Kyle snorted.

“Myra? Please. Mom’s got her handled. She said, and I quote, ‘Leave it to me. I know how to manage her.’ By the time sis gets back, we’ll be settled. What’s she going to do? Kick out family?”