They Announced They Were Moving Into My Dream Beach House — I Prepared A Welcome They Never Expected

secrets during thunderstorms, where I’d buried my face in her old sweater the night she died because it still carried her scent.

Victoria didn’t scream or insult me directly. She never needed to. She specialized in what I later recognized as polite erasure—making you disappear while maintaining plausible deniability about her intentions.

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