My Daughter-in-Law Threw Me Out of My Own Home and Told My Son It Was My Idea — But She Didn’t Know I Held a Dark Secret About Her

“He’s early. He usually comes on Saturdays.”

“It’s Thursday,” Pat said, eyes narrowing. “Maybe he switched days?”

“Or maybe he’s got two jobs.

One for the yard, one for… something else.”

It hit me like a heavy weight. Saturdays, Lach is home. Other days, Chloe always sent me off with the kids, saying it was to give me a break.

We locked eyes and stood up together. “We follow him,” Pat said. “But I can’t let her see me.”

Pat rummaged through her closet.

Twenty minutes later, I was in her yard wearing a baggy hoodie, huge sunglasses, a baseball cap, and her late husband’s fishing vest. Pat adjusted my hood. “You look like a lost tourist.”

“And you?” I asked.

She pulled on a wide straw hat with a beekeeping net. “Secret royalty.”

We crouched behind her bushes, clutching iced tea like it was mission gear. Brad was trimming the porch plants.

Then he walked up and let himself in the front door. Chloe opened it in a crop top and leggings, hair styled like she was ready for a photoshoot. Pat nudged me.

Brad stepped inside. No words. Just easy, familiar steps.

The door closed. “We need to hear what’s happening,” Pat whispered. “Hold on.”

I ran to the guest room and dug through my suitcase.

“Juniper gave me this for my birthday. Called it ‘cool tech.’ I thought it was a cup.”

Pat opened the box like it was Christmas morning. “Oh, honey!

It’s a pet camera. With sound.”Continue reading…