My family went on vacation to Cancún while I was burying my twelve-year-old son… and when they came back, they no longer had a home. No warning. No return.

I didn’t break anything.

I was calm.

Precise.

Done.

I hired movers and had everything delivered to my parents’ house.

Then I changed the locks.

All of them.

That night, I sat at my computer and canceled everything:

Their insurance.

Their grocery card.

Their phone plans.

Kyle’s car payments.

Every dollar I had been giving them.

Almost three thousand a month.

Gone.

Then I saw the photos.

Vanessa on the beach.

Kyle in sunglasses.

My parents raising glasses.

“My family always supports me.”

I took screenshots.