My sister couldn’t handle me buying my dream house, so she spray-painted my walls with insults. I got her on security camera, posted the video online, and refused to take it down despite family pressure.
Not to apologize.
Of course not.
“You got what you wanted,” she said.
I nearly hung up, but stayed quiet.
“My job put me on leave,” she continued. “My neighbors know. My son heard about it from another kid’s mom. Are you happy now?”
I looked around my half-repaired kitchen. “No,” I said. “I was happy before you came into my house.”
She inhaled sharply. “You think you’re innocent? You’ve always liked making me look small.”
I sat down slowly.
