working.

The car was disabled.

The house locks were changed.

Transactions were blocked.

I could almost picture their faces.

Then Daniel called.

Again.

And again.

I finally answered.

“Claire… what did you do?” he said, panicking. “Everything’s gone.”

I looked at my son, peacefully asleep.

“You took your family out to dinner,” I replied calmly.

“Stop this!”

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