Every notification felt like another crack in my mother’s perfect image.
I didn’t tell them about the fund.
Not yet.
I wanted that truth to land at the right time.
Revenge isn’t just about anger.
It’s about timing.
Between messages, I propped my phone on the counter and hit record.
If my mother wanted me invisible, I was going to do the opposite.
“My mom told me no one needed me to come home for Christmas this year.”
I started staring straight into the camera.
“So, I decided to see
