Melissa was lounging in a chair wearing oversized sunglasses, sipping iced coffee with the same confidence she had shown days earlier, while Gregory looked uneasy the moment he saw me.
“Evelyn,” Melissa said flatly, lowering her glasses. “We’re not doing this today.”
“I’m not here for drama,” I said with a small smile. “I’m here for a demonstration.”
Before either of them could react, I walked straight into the house, moving through the familiar layout without hesitation because I had once helped build that life.
In the living room stood her pride and joy, a sleek black Peloton bike she posted about every morning like it was part of her identity.
I unplugged it and dragged it toward the door, the wheels scraping softly against the floor as both of them followed me outside in disbelief.
“Evelyn, what are you doing?” Gregory demanded.
“Teaching a lesson,” I said calmly as I pushed the bike closer to the pool. “You wanted Harper to understand what it feels like to lose something she loves.”
Melissa’s face drained of color. “Don’t you dare.”
I did not hesitate.