A gasp rippled through the room. Somewhere, a glass shattered.
I let it play for a few more seconds before pausing it. My voice stayed calm, even as my hands tightened around the mic.
“My mom had nanny cams in the house. She installed them back when she worked long hours and had babysitters for Lily and Maya. I forgot they were even there until that day. This isn’t a setup. This isn’t a joke. This is Jenna, speaking freely.”
I clicked again. Another clip played — Jenna’s voice, this time speaking directly to the girls.
“Don’t cry, Maya,” Jenna snapped. “I’m warning you. If you cry again, I’ll take your notebooks and throw them away. You need to grow up before you keep writing your silly stories in them.”
“But we don’t want to leave,” Maya whispered. “We want to stay with James. He’s the best brother in the world.”
Lily’s hand slipped into mine. Maya didn’t look away, not even once.
“That’s not — James, that’s out of context! I was venting! You weren’t supposed to —”
“I heard everything,” I said, turning toward her. “You weren’t planning a future. You were planning a betrayal. You used my sisters, and you lied to me.”
“You can’t do this to me, James! Not in front of everyone.”
“I just did… and anyway, you did it to yourself,” I said, nodding toward the security.
“James, you’re ruining my life!” Jenna screamed.
“You were going to ruin theirs, Jenna. You deserve every horrible thing that’s coming your way.”
Jenna’s mother stayed seated, but her father shook his head and walked away.
A stern man wearing a navy suit | Source: Midjourney
Word spread fast.
The video found its way into every circle Jenna and I had ever been a part of. Jenna tried to recover, claiming that the clips were edited or taken out of context. She posted a long, tearful video on Facebook about “being misunderstood” and the “pressure getting the best of her.”
No one believed her.
Three nights later, she showed up outside the house. She was barefoot, mascara streaked, and screamed my name like it still held meaning. I stood inside the front hallway, arms crossed, watching through the peephole until the police arrived.
Police officers standing outside a patrol car | Source: Pexels
The next morning, I filed the restraining order. I had to keep my sisters safe.
A week later, the girls’ adoption was finalized.
Maya cried quietly in the judge’s office. It wasn’t loud or messy — just soft tears that slipped down her cheeks as she signed her name on the paperwork. Lily leaned over and handed her a tissue.
A judge filling out paperwork | Source: Pexels
“We won’t be separated now,” Lily said.
My heart broke. I hadn’t realized their fears until that moment.
That night, we made spaghetti for dinner. Lily stirred the sauce. Maya danced around the kitchen holding the parmesan like it was a microphone. I let them play their music loudly.
When we finally sat down, Maya tapped my wrist.
A pot of spaghetti and meatballs | Source: Midjourney
“Can we light a candle for Mommy?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Lily lit it herself and whispered something I didn’t catch. After we ate, she leaned into my arm.
“We knew you’d choose us,” she said.
A lit candle in front of a framed photo | Source: Midjourney
I swallowed hard.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out. So I didn’t pretend. I just let the tears fall. I let them see me cry.
