By morning, my phone rang—Toby was frantic. “The yard stinks, wild animals wrecked everything!” he shouted. I played innocent, but I knew Layla understood exactly what happened. That wasn’t just bad luck. That was payback. And she wouldn’t forget it.Let’s just say nature gave her a taste of her own mess.
Since then, she’s stayed polite, and Toby calls me regularly, like he used to. No more snide remarks, no more disrespect. I didn’t need to yell—I just needed to remind them who they were dealing with. Sometimes, the quietest revenge is the loudest lesson.And I finally felt like I had my son—and my dignity—back.
