I studied her face.
"Why?"
"Because I owe you."
I nodded.
"Yes, you do."
She winced, but she didn't argue.
Before leaving, she stopped near the steps.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
I believed she meant it.
That did not erase what she had done.
It did not make us friends.
But it was the first honest thing I had heard from her in a long time.
Her dog hasn't been in my yard since.
My trash cans stay upright.
Nothing disappears from my porch.
And we both have security cameras now.
Sometimes I see Denise outside while I'm tending the flower beds.
We don't wave.
We don't smile.
We simply leave each other alone.
After everything that happened, I consider that progress.
And whenever I remember her standing on my porch in that bathrobe, screaming that she would destroy me over her freshly painted car, I still have to fight a smile.
Because I spent almost a year believing Denise could keep hurting me as long as she left no proof behind.
In the end, I didn't catch her.
Her own sister did.
So here is the real question: When someone spends months making you doubt yourself and finally gets exposed by their own actions, do you take satisfaction in watching karma catch up to them, or is peace worth more than revenge?
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