The bill came to $20.
He pulled out his wallet. Tossed a black credit card on the table.
“Charge me a hundred. Consider it charity!”
Then he pulled out a quarter. Placed it deliberately on the table beside the card.
“For your service,” he said proudly, his voice carrying across the room. “Can you even afford to buy your kids Valentine’s candy? Or are you still drowning in all that debt I left you with?”
Vanessa giggled behind her hand.
“Can you even afford to buy your kids Valentine’s candy?”
I stood there for a moment, looking at the quarter. At Carl’s smug face. At Vanessa’s amused expression.
Three years of humiliation crashed over me. Three years of working myself to exhaustion. Of lying awake wondering how I’d pay the next bill. Of watching my kids go without.
But I didn’t cry. Because I’d known that eventually Carl would have to face what he’d done.
I reached into my apron. Pulled out a thick manila envelope with a red stamp in the corner. Set it on the table beside the quarter.
Carl would have to face what he’d done.
“I’m so glad you stopped by, Carl,” I said calmly. “Because I’ve been hoping to run into you. I have something for you.”
Carl picked up the envelope, still smirking. “What’s this? Love letters? Begging me to come back?”
Then he saw the return address: County Clerk’s Office. Family Court Division.
His smirk faltered. “What is this?”
“Open it.”
He tore open the envelope and pulled out the documents inside. I watched his face change from confidence, to confusion, to panic.
Carl picked up the envelope.
“What… how did you..?”
His hands were shaking. “This is fake. You made this up.”
“It’s not fake, Carl. Those are court documents. Real ones.”
He stood up, knocking his chair backward. “You can’t do this to me! This is entrapment!”
“It’s not entrapment. It’s accountability.”
Vanessa reached across the table. “Carl, what is it? What’s in there?”
“This is entrapment!”
He tried to pull the papers away. “Nothing. It’s nothing. She’s just bitter.”
Vanessa grabbed them and started reading. Her expression changed.
“Carl, this says you committed credit card fraud. That you opened multiple accounts in her name without permission.”
“That’s not what happened…”
“It says you owe three years of back child support,” Vanessa added.
Vanessa grabbed them and started reading.
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