“I painted that message on her fence. She stole from those kids.”
There was silence before Mark sighed, his voice heavy. “Come over. We need to talk—now.”
When I arrived, the fence still bore red paint and egg stains. Mark met me at the door, his expression grim. “Emma’s inside.”
Emma glared at me as I entered. “How could you embarrass me like that?”
“You lied, Emma. You took those donations and never delivered them. What did you do with them?”
Her defiance faltered. “I sold them. I needed money for a watch. Mark never buys me anything nice!”
Mark’s face paled. “You sold those clothes? For a watch?” His voice was tight with disbelief.
Emma’s voice rose defensively. “You don’t understand! I wanted something nice for once!”
Mark’s disappointment was clear. “That’s no excuse. You lied and stole. I can’t stay married to someone like that. I want a divorce.”
Emma fled in tears, leaving silence behind.
That night, reflecting on the fallout, I vowed to keep helping those kids. If anything, I was more determined than ever. Justice had been served.
