My Sister-in-Law Pushed Me Into Hot Oil at Christmas Dinner Then I Realized My Phone Was Recording

me.

My home. My choice.

I nodded.

He opened the door.

It was a delivery driver with an extra dessert Maya had secretly ordered. Everyone laughed, and the sound filled the apartment, easy and bright.

For the first time in a year, Christmas did not feel like a crime scene.

It felt like mine.