Jason, my son, was buried in his work, trusting Evelyn blindly. Every time I tried to talk to him about her attitude, he cut me off. “Mom, Evelyn worries about everyone. Don’t overthink it.” I was afraid he would see me as a bothersome old woman, just like she wanted him to think. The day she dismissed me in front of her brother Mark, telling me the maid could have brought the water I’d served, I realized this house was no longer my home. But Dylan’s whisper had changed everything. The looks of contempt, the unspoken rules—they weren’t just indifference. They were part of a bigger plan.