So my neighbour (Arthur) showed up at my door asking if I could please pick up his mom from the hospital because he had some urgent things to take care of. (His mom is blind.) Of course, I said yes—I mean, how could I not? I picked her up, brought her home, made her dinner, and we even had a nice little chat. I left like 10 minutes before Arthur got back. Then a few hours later… there was a knock at my door. It was the police. And Arthur. And guess what? He was pointing at me like, “That’s her! Arrest her! She’s the one who took my mom without permission!” I felt my stomach drop. Everything I had done—out of kindness—was suddenly being twisted into something suspicious.Continue reading…
