She made more threats, this time through written notices she slid under our door. Each note was more venomous than the last, full of baseless accusations and empty threats. 'She’s digging herself deeper,' dad remarked, collecting the slips for our records. My frustration grew, but dad’s calm words helped keep things in perspective. We knew that retaliating in anger would only play into her hands. Instead, we focused on compiling our evidence, one notice at a time.