It had been two decades since Karen’s husband walked out, leaving her to navigate the challenges of raising a son alone.
Over the years, she juggled late-night shifts and tight budgets, always scraping by.
Despite the endless struggles, her 25-year-old son, Jake, had yet to find his footing in life.
His passion for art consumed him, but it didn’t pay the bills, and the financial strain was suffocating—especially after Karen’s life savings were stolen from a lockbox in their home.
Days later, while running errands, Karen spotted something that made her heart skip a beat: a shiny,
red sports car parked outside the corner store, with Jake climbing into the driver’s seat.
Confusion and suspicion immediately flooded her mind. How could her son,
who hadn’t held a steady job, suddenly afford such a lavish car?
“I got a new job, Mom,” he explained, twirling the car keys nonchalantly.
Karen wasn’t buying it. You’ve never held a job, Jake. Where did you get the money?”
she pressed, her voice trembling with doubt. Jake’s defensiveness only fueled her suspicions.
he snapped, anger flickering in his eyes. But the pit in Karen’s stomach grew deeper.
Desperate for answers, she couldn’t shake the gnawing thought that her son might have had something to do with the recent theft of her savings.
