Not property.
Peace.
He knew exactly who Camille was.
He knew exactly what she would eventually try to do.
And he made sure that when she finally crossed the line, the consequences would belong only to her.
So yes, when she smugly called me that Tuesday morning and proudly announced she had sold my house “to teach me respect,” I smiled and wished her luck.
Because by then, the lesson had already been written.
She just hadn’t realized her name was the one attached to it.
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