You stand on the porch with your key stuck in a lock that doesn’t recognize you anymore.
Maya’s smile sits on her face like lipstick on a wound, glossy and cruel.
Behind her, boxes pile up like trophies, and Ethan’s truck is parked like a flag planted in stolen land.
SHE STOLE YOUR FIANCÉ, GOT PREGNANT… THEN TRIED TO MOVE INTO YOUR “FOREVER HOME” AND LEARNED WHO REALLY OWNED IT
