I didn’t scream when I saw the cable. I just stood there in my thin nightgown, staring at Monica’s gleaming Tesla sucking power from the outlet Robert had installed twenty years ago, the one that used to run his old radio while he fixed things in the garage. My doubled bill, her laughter, the way she called me greedy—all of it snapped into a single, cold line of resolve. The next morning, I made a pho… Continues…
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