I Went To My Lake House To Relax—And Found It Renovated For My Brother

appliances wrapped in plastic with brand names I recognized as expensive. A blueprint spread out on a makeshift table made from sawhorses.

I was standing there, phone already in my hand though I wasn’t sure who to call first—the police? my insurance company? a lawyer?—when I heard footsteps on the porch. Heavy footsteps, followed by lighter ones.

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