I hated myself for lying to her, but how could I tell her her father was an even bigger scumbag than I realized?
“Will this really cure him?” she asked, smiling.
“I’m sure they will,” I said, and we got in the car.
Later that night, Jennie called her father to arrange another coffee shop meeting. I took her the next morning myself and parked in the same spot.
“Wait, Jennie,” I said right as she opened the car door. “Give this to your father along with the pills.”
I handed her a letter, and she nodded.
As my cheerful, bright daughter practically skipped into the coffee place, I thought about what I had written to her father:
I also giggled internally… because the pills I bought…
… were laxatives. Strong ones.
An hour later, Jennie returned to the car, still smiling brightly.
And just as I expected, George disappeared again. I hoped he was trapped in some bathroom for hours… hell, forever!
When I told some of my friends, they didn’t think I did the right thing, especially because I lied to Jennie.
But I stand by my actions, and I know I’ll have to tell Jennie the whole truth someday. But for now, all I wanted was to protect her. Was that so wrong?
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