The Phone Call That Changed the Evening
A little after six that evening, Camden called.
The moment I answered, his voice was already raised.
“What did you do?”
I remained calm.
“You’ll need to be more specific.”
“You canceled my mother’s card.”
I looked at my coffee.
“It wasn’t your mother’s card, Camden. It was mine.”
There was a brief silence.
Then he said:
“She was standing inside a jewelry store when the payment was declined. Do you understand how embarrassing that was?”
That almost made me laugh.
“So your mother was celebrating my divorce by buying jewelry with my money?”
He didn’t answer.
He ended the call.
Roughly half an hour later, someone began pounding on my front door.
Before I could decide whether to answer, I heard the lock give way.
Camden entered the house furious.
He barely looked at me.
His attention went directly to the laptop on my dining table.
He crossed the room, grabbed it, and sent it crashing onto the floor.
The screen cracked.
Then he looked at me with an expression I had never seen before.
“You should have left things alone.”
I stared at the damaged computer.
Then I looked back at him.
And smiled.
Camden’s expression changed.
What he didn’t know was that nothing important existed only on that laptop anymore.
