I sat at my kitchen island with black coffee and opened the screenshots.
The second chat was worse than the first.
In the main chat, my parents had pretended this was a casual family weekend.
In the private chat, they had planned an occupation.
My mother had made a spreadsheet.
A real spreadsheet.
There were tabs labeled Meals, Sleeping Assignments, Activities, Airport Pickups, and Arden Duties.
I clicked on Arden Duties.
My stomach turned.
“Stock Fridge For Twenty People.”
“Wash All Linens.”
“Have Boat Fueled.”
“Set Out Porch Bedding.”
“Buy Oat Milk For Sable.”
“Pick Up Aunt Liora And Uncle Penn At Charlotte Airport.”
“Place Fresh Flowers In Main Bedroom.”
“Stay Out Of Main Bedroom And Main Bathroom During Visit.”
I
read that last line four times.
Stay out.
Of my own bedroom.
In my own house.
I forwarded everything to Soraya.
She replied eight minutes later.
“This Is Excellent Evidence. Do Not Respond.”
