She had controlled the environment.
Not just tampered with it.
When Brittany was arrested, she looked at me with anger rather than regret and said, “This was not supposed to happen like this, you always ruin everything.”
Her words confirmed everything.
PART 6
The trial moved forward steadily, and the evidence left little room for doubt, revealing a calculated plan involving both Brittany and Evan to incapacitate our parents and quickly transfer ownership of the house.
They had forged documents, manipulated systems, and attempted to create a narrative that would implicate me as part of the process.
When the verdict was delivered, the courtroom felt heavy with finality.
Guilty.
Brittany showed no real remorse, only frustration that the plan had failed.
Afterward, my parents began the slow process of recovery, physically and emotionally, choosing to sell the house because it had become a place filled with betrayal instead of memories.
My mother read Brittany’s letters at first, searching for something that resembled the daughter she remembered, but eventually stopped.
My father said quietly one evening, “A person who loves you does not remove your alarms.”
That sentence stayed with me.