My Parents Invited 20 Guests To My Lake House Until I Refused To Fill The Fridge

lake house.

The front door was slightly open.

My cameras had all gone offline at 3:17 a.m.

Inside, the refrigerator had been emptied. On the counter was an envelope with my name written in my mother’s handwriting.

Inside was one line:

“If you want your house to stay yours, stop acting like it belongs only to you.”

Under the note was an old key.

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