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The photograph, clutched tight in Emily's hand, showed a woman she'd never met: her half-sister, Chloe. And a beach house, the house her father had always promised her, a house she'd never get.

The house was Chloe's now. Emily learned this, and Emily felt something coil deep inside her.

She meticulously researched the house, its history, its vulnerabilities. She knew Chloe spent every summer at the beach house. Emily started to plan.

She hired a local locksmith, a discreet man with a reputation for silence. A few weeks later, she stood outside the beach house, the salt air stinging her face. She would simply replace the lock.

She smiled and took a deep breath. She had finally taken something of her own.