I asked Dereck how long he’d been planning everything. “Two months,” he answered. Then I asked whether he’d deliberately chosen the collection date because we’d be abroad. He reluctantly nodded. His explanation about the forgotten passport only made matters worse: he had hidden the receipt because he feared Mom would discover it.
I realized this wasn’t an impulsive mistake. It was a carefully arranged betrayal. I told him to arrange a refund with the buyer and return everything he’d removed. Then I took Dad’s hand plane and decided I needed time away from my husband.
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