I ended the call, started the engine, and drove back to my father’s house.
Getting Lena to help me was the first step, but my plan to teach Susan a lesson grew as I lay in bed that night, trying to sleep.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
When I returned from Lena’s place the following morning, I played the part of a quiet, defeated daughter.
“I’m glad you’re being mature about everything,” Susan told me, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Your mother had her time. Now it’s mine.”
I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded.
That afternoon, my father mentioned over coffee that Susan had booked a full day spa appointment for the day before the wedding. A bridal package. Six hours, minimum.
I knew it would be the perfect opportunity.
“Your mother had her time.”
The moment Susan left for her spa treatment the day before the wedding, I went upstairs and slipped into her bedroom.
In under ten minutes, I’d executed part two of my plan.
That afternoon, I sat at my father’s desk with an external hard drive I had dug out from a storage box in the basement.
