“Oh, you’re here already,” she said, as if she’d been expecting them.My stomach dropped. “Who are these people?” I asked, my voice trembling despite trying to sound firm. One of the men smirked.
“We need a word. Outside. ”Her dad—my husband—finally spoke up, but his voice was weak.
“Honey, maybe you should just hear them out.”That’s when I realized—he knew. He knew why they were here. And he hadn’t warned me.I wanted to run, but something about the men’s posture told me they wouldn’t let me.
My stepdaughter folded her arms and said, “Told you. Outsiders don’t last here.”And in that moment, standing between the family I thought I had, and the strangers who clearly weren’t strangers to them, I realized I might have just stepped into something far darker than a rent dispute.
