red was the smell of ant

r. My son, Ethan, sat by my bed, his face a mask of sorrow. He told me

friend, Chloe, h

head in his hands. "All $150,000. She used it for a do

this world. I raised him alone, a public school teacher in a small Ohio town

hotter than the cancer. I imagined this girl, this materialistic mons

she always complained about my small hou

led the police. I filed a report. I told them Chloe had stolen my life savings. I wa

phone was sympathetic but dis

up, exh

ke me, my heart full of nothing but pure, una