I read it aloud: “I finally got the brat kicked out. I had to fake a panic attack and pretend to vomit at dinner, but it worked. Mom and Dad are so gullible. Now I have the house to myself.”
Deathly silence.
My mother gasped. “What is that?”
Sienna went pale. “That’s fake. She photoshopped it.”
“I didn’t. This is from your old cloud account. You logged continue reading …
