As I was taking our kids to school early in the morning, I walked by my husband’s car, and something bright caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks to see a sticky note on his trunk.
“Sorry, I scratched your car last night. You should stop parking it on the street though! — Neighbor from 283. Here is my number….”
My heart skipped a beat. We don’t live anywhere near a house with this number, and my husband always parks in our garage. Besides, he came back from his work trip only this morning, so his car was supposed to be at the airport parking lot. All these thoughts rushed through my mind at once, and I felt sick to my stomach.
I ripped the note off the trunk and called the number in the evening. What I found out made me sick.
