My dad and I exchanged looks; we both knew this wasn’t over. 'She’s going to keep pushing,' I murmured. Dad nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. 'We'll stay prepared,' he replied. It was clear Karen wasn’t the type to back down easily, even when faced with undeniable proof. 'Let’s go inside,' dad suggested, and I agreed. As we walked back to the house, the sense of a looming confrontation remained.