My Stepmom Invited Me on a Girls’ Campout Just to Make Me Cook and Clean for Her Friends – She Had N0 Idea Karma Was Coming for Her

“That’s not what happened.”

“Sweetheart, I heard it.”

Dad set his keys down slowly. He looked at me, then at her, then at the ceiling like the answer might be up there.

The name sounded familiar.

“I don’t want to keep deciding which one of you to believe.”