She Forced Me Out Of My Own Lake House—And Triggered A Reckoning

had spilled something sticky on the counter, and it had dried into a tacky mess. The dish towels I’d left folded neatly on the rack were in a heap on the floor, one of them stained with what looked like makeup.

I documented all of it, my voice steady as I narrated the video: “Kitchen, 7:43 PM. Stove left on with pot destroyed. Food stolen or spoiled.continue reading …