After losing my wife, I built a quiet, steady life. That calm was shattered when my sister Jenny showed up in the middle of the night, fleeing a bad relationship with her two young kids. I took them in without hesitation, offering them safety, warmth, and stability. For weeks, I adjusted my life to care for them, even when Jenny slept all day and avoided the kids. I chalked it up to trauma. I figured she needed time. I didn’t expect betrayal.
One night, I noticed strange patterns on our security footage Jenny sneaking out after dark and returning just before dawn. Concerned, I checked her room one morning and found it untouched
