I looked at the clock.
8:43 a.m.
“Jessica,” I said calmly, “did you check whether the car was properly registered?”
“What?”
“The registration. The title. The ownership documents. Did you check them?”
“Matthew, what are you talking about? David bought that car for Carter two years ago!”
I almost laughed.
“Interesting. I don’t remember David paying for it.”
She went quiet. Then her voice became sharper.
“You know what? This isn’t funny. Carter is crying. He’s supposed to meet his friends this morning. He has plans. He has a life!”
“I’m sure he’ll find a way to manage.”
“YOU DID THIS!”
I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I opened my laptop and looked at the account dashboard. The emergency credit card cancellation had been processed. The account was closed. The outstanding balance was still there, and I had already downloaded every transaction.
Fifteen thousand dollars.
Fifteen thousand dollars spent by someone who had promised to use the card for groceries and emergencies.
I took a breath.
“Jessica, I have a question.”
“What?”
“How much of the money you spent on my card was actually used for groceries?”
Silence.
“Don’t start with that right now.”
“I’m asking a simple question.”
“Matthew, we can talk about money later. Right now, we have a stolen vehicle!”
“Then call the police.”
“I already told you David is doing that!”
“Good.”
I ended the call.
For the first time in years, I didn’t feel guilty. I felt relieved. But I knew that was only the beginning. Because people who have been living comfortably at someone else’s expense rarely accept the moment the free money stops. They don’t say thank you. They don’t apologize. They fight. And my family was about to prove that better than anyone.
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