I provided the security footage.
I did not call my parents.
I did not warn Tessa.
The next morning, she called me seventeen times.
I answered number eighteen.
“You called the police on me?”
Her voice cracked.
“Yes.”
“You told them I vandalized your car?”
“Did you?”
“That’s not the point.”
“Actually, that is exactly the point.”
“I was upset!”
“So you damaged my property.”
“It’s a car!”
“It’s my car.”
“Oh my God, listen to yourself. Property, property, property. Is that all you care about?”
“No.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“I care about Clare.”
Silence.
Then:
“She’s not innocent.”
My entire body went still.
“What did you say?”
“She came into Mom’s house acting like a princess. She knows that’s my chair.”
“Tessa.”
“What?”
“You threw a shoe at a pregnant woman.”
“I tossed it.”
“You threw it hard enough to hit the wall behind her.”
