I reached for my phone.
Text me when you leave.
Before I could text him, Ivy called.
“Sarah, come outside. You need to see what your son did.”
“Where’s Joel? Is he hurt?”
“He’s here. Just come!”
I ran.
You need to see what your son did.
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Ivy stood by the curb, wiping her eyes. Joel clutched a yellow garbage bag.
“Mom, I didn’t steal anything!”
“Your son took my belongings!” Ivy snapped.
“She threw them away!”
“Don’t yell at him,” I said. “Joel, explain.”
Joel clutched a yellow garbage bag.
“I saw cardboard beside her garbage cans. I wanted it for something I’m making.”
Ivy reached for the bag. “Give it back!”
“If there’s anything valuable, we’ll return it,” I said.
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“Everything’s mine!”
“Then let’s look.”
Your son took my belongings!
I turned the bag upside down.
Cardboard and fabric scraps scattered across the sidewalk.
A man’s shirt fell out, followed by a wristwatch tangled in its sleeve.
