I came home early from work only to find strangers repainting my master bedroom. “We’re renovating it before moving in!” my brother’s wife chirped, brush in hand. He just nodded. My parents laughed along, as if I didn’t even exist. The next morning, Mom’s voice shook on the phone: “Why… why did the police come to us?” I came home early to a scene I was never meant to see. My master bedroom door was wide open. The air was thick with the smell of fresh latex paint. And my sister-in-law, Sarah, was