“I just came for what’s mine.” I stood frozen. Elena claimed James, my husband, had hidden stolen goods in our basement from their days of robbing houses together. She took a duffel bag and vanished into the night, leaving me stunned.
When James returned from a business trip, I confronted him. At first, he denied everything, but when I insisted we go into the basement, the truth unraveled. Hidden behind a false wall were stolen items.
James confessed—it had been a game to them, stealing from the rich. I packed our things that night and left with Josie while he slept. Weeks later, I filed for divorce.
Josie and I moved into a small apartment and started fresh. Then one day, I saw a news alert—James and Elena were arrested while attempting another burglary, linked to over a dozen past crimes. Maybe Elena showed up to warn me, or maybe it was revenge.
Either way, I was free. Our new life was simple but peaceful. Josie sleeps soundly now.
No more scratching, no more secrets beneath the floor. Just safety, and a chance to begin again.
