At Dinner, My Sister Drenched Me In Wine, Shouting: “You Have Until Sunrise To Get Out Of My House!” My Parents Cheered Her On. I Just Smiled, Dropped A Key On The Table, And Replied: “THEN YOU HAVE 60 SECONDS…”

“That ‘old bat’ has been keeping detailed notes about everything she’s witnessed,” I replied. “She even has photos of you burning my college diploma in the backyard fire pit last Fourth of July. Remember that? You told everyone it was an accident, that you thought it was trash.”

I turned back to face them, taking in their stricken expressions.

“But here’s where it gets really interesting. When I bought this house, I had it thoroughly inspected. Would you like to know what they found?”

Lauren’s face had gone from red, to white, to an interesting shade of green.

“Apparently, you’ve been running an illegal Airbnb out of the basement apartment,” I continued. “The one that’s not zoned for rental, doesn’t have proper permits, and hasn’t been reporting income to the IRS. You’ve made nearly sixty thousand dollars in the last two years, all undeclared.”

“How do you know that?” Lauren’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Your guests left reviews, Lauren. Online reviews with dates and payment amounts. It wasn’t hard to piece together. I have spreadsheets if you’d like to see them.”

My mother stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor.

“This is too much. Jenna, you’re being vindictive.”

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