I Paid for a Toddler’s Insulin After His Mom’s Card Was Declined – Two Days Later, a Rough-Looking Guy Showed Up at My Door with a Threat

She picked up on the first ring, and I could hear it in her breath; tight, shaken, already unraveling.

“Tessa,” I said gently.

“It’s not your fault.”

Her voice cracked.

“You say that, but it feels like it is. I should’ve told him to leave us alone. I should’ve stood my ground, but I was scared.

You’ve seen him… He’s unpredictable when he drinks. And he always finds a way to get to me.

He didn’t come in, did he?”

She paused.

“No,” I said, trying to reassure her. “He didn’t come in, and my girls don’t even know what happened.”

“I’m trying so hard, Charlie. I work part-time at a diner.

I pick up extra shifts whenever someone calls in sick. Phil promised me that he’d step up, just for Matthew. He said he’d get groceries, and I believed him.

So I gave him my card. And he cleared it out. I mean…

I couldn’t even get our son’s medication.”

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