I hand him the paperwork. He looks it over and then turns to my family. “Alright, folks, the owner wants you gone. You have fifteen minutes to gather your things, or we’ll have to take you down to the station.”
The next twenty minutes are a chaotic blur of slamming car doors and angry shouting. I watch as my mother hauls her expensive luggage down the stairs, her sun hat listing to one side. Monica is crying and filming the “injustice” on her phone, while my father looks at the ground in total shame.
“How could you do this to your own mother?” Deanna screams at me as she reaches her SUV. “After everything I’ve done for you, you treat us like criminals?”
“I’m treating you like people who weren’t invited,” I say calmly. “You wanted a drama-free reunion, remember? Now you can have it somewhere else.”
They pile into their cars and peel out of the driveway, leaving behind a trail of dust and crushed shells. The silence that follows is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
I walk into my house and close the door, locking it with a new code that only I know. I spend the rest of the evening resetting the security system and pouring the wine they left behind down the kitchen sink.
My father texts me later that night. “I’m sorry, Katelyn. I should have stood up to her. I didn’t know the house was yours.”
I don’t reply. I sit on my balcony and watch the moon rise over the Atlantic. For the first time in my life, I am not just invisible; I am truly, finally free.
THE END.
