big thing.”
I felt my hands begin to tremble, not with fear, but with the effort of keeping my voice calm.
“You came onto our property three nights in a row. You deliberately damaged our home. Then you stood on our porch pretending to be concerned about what happened.”
Kelsie flinched.
“I know how it looks.”
“No,” I said. “You know what you did. Those aren’t the same thing.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but I couldn’t tell whether they came from guilt, embarrassment, or frustration.
“The development people said
