My sister smashed my glasses the morning of my thesis defense. ‘I guess you’ll have to fail,’ she laughed.

this house stole her phone, destroyed a medical aid, and attempted unauthorized access to protected research.”

“It was just glasses,” Mom snapped.

“No,” I said. “It was evidence.”

Lila’s eyes filled with rage.

Then she made the mistake that destroyed her.

She pointed at me and shouted, “You think you’re so smart because some company wants your algorithm? I already sent the files to someone who will actually pay us.”

The silence afterward felt deep.

Detective Cole tilted her head.

“Us?”

Lila froze.

I watched my father close his eyes.