One evening, my stepdaughter arrived home with severe injuries and begged me to take her to the hospital. However, I declined. She asked why she couldn’t believe it, but I couldn’t help her—not after what I’d learned the previous evening.
I discovered that she had been defrauding me for several months. Without notifying anyone, she had sold priceless items that have great meaning for the family. I felt insulted, betrayed, and astonished. She had to make her own ambulance call. My husband was incensed when he learned. I told him the truth because he was unable to comprehend why I wouldn’t assist his daughter.
I described the months of treachery, the thievery, and the lies. His response? Anger. No matter what, he couldn’t forgive me for not helping her.