That was the moment the reality crashed down on me: Megan had been inside our home without our knowledge.
While we slept, she’d walked through our rooms, touched our belongings, and slipped that gift under our Christmas tree as if she belonged there—as if she were already part of our family.
The questions spiraled. What else had she done while she was inside our house?
That’s when Simon walked in. One look at his face told me he’d been listening from the hallway.
“Mom… is the other mom bad?” he asked quietly.
I knelt in front of him and chose my words carefully. “She’s… confused, sweetheart.”
What else could I say? How do you explain to a five-year-old that someone he trusted wasn’t safe?
He frowned, then added something that made my blood run cold.
“She came to see me at school. She said she needed a key to our house so she could surprise us for Christmas dinner.”
Mike and I stared at each other in horror.
A key. That was how she’d gotten in. She had asked—and Simon had given it to her.
And that wasn’t even the worst part.
She’d mentioned a Christmas dinner surprise. My eyes drifted to the refrigerator, packed and ready for the holiday meal.
She had been in our house the night before. Had she tampered with our food?
I kissed Simon’s forehead.“Why don’t you go pick another present from under the tree and open it?” I said gently. “I need to finish talking to your dad, okay?”
He hesitated, then nodded and walked back to the living room. I left the door open on purpose—I didn’t want him sneaking back to hear what came next.
Turning to Mike, I said quietly, “Screenshot every message she’s ever sent you.”
He nodded.
“Then call the police,” I added. “I need them to meet me at Megan’s apartment.”
“What?” Mike shook his head. “You can’t just go over there.”
“I have to end this,” I said firmly. “She broke into our home. She gave our son a gift. She planned some kind of ‘surprise dinner.’ I don’t know what that means—but I don’t feel safe eating anything in our fridge. Do you?”
The drive there felt surreal.
Christmas lights and decorations blurred past as Simon’s words echoed in my head.
A key.
A surprise dinner.
Megan lived just ten minutes away in a small apartment complex.
I knocked once.
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