Later, we stopped at a scenic overlook on Highway 85.
I stepped out to stretch my legs. When I turned around, the car doors slammed shut.
Marcus rolled down the window. “Mom, we think you need time to reflect. Good luck getting home.”
They left me without my bag, medication, or phone.
I stood there in disbelief.
Shaking, I walked to the gas station. The attendant, Jake, helped me call my sister Helen.
While waiting, I noticed $800 in charges on my credit card, made after I’d been left behind. They had stolen from me again.
Helen arrived and held me tight. “You’re done protecting them,” she said.
That night, I called my lawyer. “I want to call in the loan.”
