Monica’s eyes narrowed, her attempt at intimidation falling flat. “You can’t just come in here and demand—”

“I can and I will,” I said, my voice steady. “Emma’s my sister, and she deserves to feel safe and valued in her own home. You’ve been here for what, a few months? You don’t get to rewrite our family history.”

I could see her struggling to keep her facade intact, but there was a crack in her mask now. “You’re overstepping.”