“A misunderstanding?”
“About the garage.”
I held her gaze.
“We have video of you painting it three separate times.”
She looked away.
“I was upset.”
“That doesn’t explain why you came here in the middle of the night with a can of black paint.”
She pressed her lips together.
For several seconds, none of us spoke.
Then she said, “You don’t understand the situation.”
“Then explain it.”
She took a breath.
“I was trying to help everyone.”
“By vandalizing our house?”
“I never meant for it to become such a
