One typical October morning, Genevieve stepped outside with Lily on her hip and Lucas cradled in her arm, barely coherent from exhaustion. Her eyes widened in shock—her car was completely covered in eggs. Shell fragments were scattered across the hood, and the egg yolk was slowly dripping down the windshield. It wasn’t just a prank. It was too specific, especially since her car was parked in front of Brad’s house the night before.

Angry and running on fumes, Genevieve decided to confront Brad. She marched over to his house, her rage bubbling to the surface as she banged on his door. Brad opened it, wearing his trademark smug expression. His house, decked out in full Halloween mode, was an eyesore, with fake cobwebs, skeletons, and witches arranged in meticulous chaos.