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.

Her reply came an hour later.

Of course, honey. Donna will be thrilled. She always says you don’t talk enough at these things.

I smiled grimly at my phone.

Mom wanted me to talk.

Fine.

But first, I had to let them dig a little deeper.

The next morning, I video-called Rachel before my first meeting.

“You need to see something,” I said, my voice flat. “And I need you to tell me I’m not crazy.”

Rachel’s face shifted from sleepy confusion to full alertness as I shared my screen.

I played the footage.

My mother’s dismissive laugh.

Kyle’s shoes on my bed.

The U-Haul confirmation.

For thirty seconds after the video ended, Rachel said nothing.

Then she leaned toward the camera.

“Myra, what in the world?”

“They’re moving him in on March eighth,” I said. “Five days from now.”

“How did they even get in?”