They Let a Child Humiliate Me at the Birthday Table—By Morning, the Car Was Gone and Someone Was Knocking

regret.”

I opened the door. He stalked out, muttering curses.

Five minutes later, my phone lit up with messages. Pleading. Bargaining. Threats.

Tyler posted a TikTok of someone fake-crying with the caption: “When your aunt ruins your car bc she can’t take a joke.”

I blocked his number. I didn’t reply to any of them.

Instead, I opened my store.

The bell chimed continue reading …