Chapter 7 - Rain on the Porch

Three nights later, the doorbell rang. Lily was upstairs reading. Rain hammered against the porch roof. When I opened the door, Danielle stood there, our parents huddled behind her like a pair of nervous backup dancers. Her hair hung flat, her confidence flatter.
"We need to talk," she said.
I stepped aside without inviting them in.
They filed into my living room, dripping onto the rug. My mother clutched her purse to her chest like a life raft. My father hovered near the window, avoiding my eyes. Danielle scanned my furniture, clearly stunned to be standing on the wrong side of ownership for once in her life.
"I talked to a lawyer," she said. "He said you could actually take the house."
"Could," I repeated. "I will."
"Rachel, please," my mother started, voice shaking. "We understand you're angry. But this has gone far enough."
"Has it?"
My father tried the reasonable-adult tone. "We all made mistakes here."
I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Sure. Some of us made the kind you can serve with legal paperwork."
Danielle's jaw tightened. "It was a lesson. That's all it was. You're blowing this way out of proportion."
"You left a twelve-year-old at a homeless shelter."
"She wasn't alone."
"She was terrified." My voice cracked louder than I meant it to. I forced it back down. "You didn't teach her a lesson, Danielle. You showed her exactly who you are."
Nobody said anything for a moment. Then my mother started crying. Danielle looked away, jaw locked tight.
"You've made your point," my father said finally. "You don't have to ruin us to prove it."
"I'm not ruining anyone," I said. "I'm collecting what I already paid for."
No one had anything left to say to that. The rain filled the silence like applause nobody wanted to hear.
They left a few minutes later, murmuring something about getting their own attorney. When the door finally clicked shut, I stood there a long time, just listening to the storm outside.
Lily appeared on the stairs behind me. "Was that them?"
"Yeah."
"Did they apologize?"
"Not really."
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She nodded like she'd already known the answer. "Can we order pizza?"
"Perfect timing," I said.