My sister walked into the house I secretly bought, picked her bedroom, and announced she was moving in that weekend. My parents agreed without asking me. Two days later, her copied key stopped working—and her smile disappeared the second I opened the door.

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“No one is moving into my house,” I said.

Megan laughed. “Your house has three bedrooms. You live alone. Stop being strange.”

I lifted the new key.

“The locks have been changed.”

My mother’s smile disappeared.

My father stepped forward. “You knew we were coming?”

“Yes.”

Megan’s husband muttered something under his breath.

I pointed to the camera above the continue reading …