As Lily walked toward the house, I faced Rachel and Mark. Rachel’s smug expression was starting to waver, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. Mark looked away, avoiding eye contact, perhaps grappling with his own regret.

“You know, Rachel,” I began, keeping my voice calm but firm, “teaching respect doesn’t come from destroying someone’s hard work. It comes from understanding their struggles and supporting their growth.”

Rachel opened her mouth to retort, but I held up a hand to stop her. “You wanted to teach her a lesson. Now it’s your turn. I’ll be back. And when I return, we’ll see how you feel about losing something you care about.”