I stared at the photo on my screen so long my vision blurred.
My house.
My house.
Taken from the driveway like someone had casually walked up at dawn and snapped a picture just to say “good morning.”
For a full second, I forgot how to breathe.
Evelyn noticed first. “Vivienne? What’s that look?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My brain was doing that horrible buzzing thing again, like static was crawling up my spine.
Gregory stepped forward slowly. “Show me.”
My fingers tightened around the phone like it was glued to my skin. “No.”
“Vivienne.”
“No, Dad,” I said, stepping back. “You don't get to control everything. Not this. Not again.”
His jaw tightened. “You’re being unreasonable.”
“And you’re being overbearing,” I snapped. “Big surprise.
