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

notice appeared on Mike’s second shop. Someone sent me a photo.

Mike left seventeen voicemails in one day. They started pleading, progressed to bargaining, ended in threats.

“You’re going to lose everyone,” one said. “You think your store’s going to protect you when you’re alone and old?”

I let my lawyer handle communications.

Then came the second attack.continue reading …