My frustration turned into anger. How could she be so selfish? I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
I drove to Jane’s house, determined to confront her face-to-face. Jane opened the door and stepped aside, crossing her arms. “Here to accuse me of stealing again?” she asked, her voice sharp.
Why would I?”
“Because this is how you’ve always been! You’ve done this before, and I know you need money!” I snapped. Jane’s face hardened.
“Why don’t you ask your husband what it’s like to need money?”
“Don’t bring Kaden into this!” I shouted. “He’s the only one who actually helps me!”
Jane scoffed. “If you’re so sure, call the police.
Go ahead. Do it.”
“Maybe I will!” I yelled. Without waiting for a response, I stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
Instead of calling the police, I made up my mind to install security cameras at Mom’s house. I went to the store, picked out a set of cameras, and drove back, determined to catch whoever was taking her things. When I walked into the house, I was surprised to see Nancy.
“That doesn’t sound like her,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Why not? She’s done it before,” Nancy said, looking puzzled.
“She just asked me not to tell you.”
I stared at her, unsure what to say. It didn’t fit the picture I had of Jane, but I couldn’t argue with Nancy’s words. I grabbed the cameras and began setting them up in the living room and Mom’s bedroom.
When I finished, I noticed a pile of new medical bills on the kitchen counter. I flipped through them and felt a lump in my throat. The amounts were enormous.
“Nancy!” I called out. “Do you know anything about these bills? They weren’t here before.”Continue reading…