I set the basket down on the floor because my hands had gone weak. “Why would you do that? That guitar meant everything to you.”
He swallowed. “It did. But Emily needed a new wheelchair.”
“David, what’s going on?”
I just stared at him.
“Her old chair was barely working,” he said quickly. “The wheels kept sticking, and she kept pretending she was fine, but she wasn’t. She missed lunch twice last week because it took too long to get across the building.”
“David…”
But I couldn’t get a word in. Once he’d started speaking, there was no stopping him.
“Her family doesn’t have money for a new one right now.” His voice got smaller. “So I sold the guitar.”
I sat down on the edge of his bed without meaning to.
“Her old chair was barely working.”
Emily was his classmate. She was a sweet girl with sharp eyes and a lovely smile, and she always had a book on her lap when I picked David up from school events.
She had been paralyzed after an accident when she was little. I knew that much. But I didn’t know her chair had gotten that bad.
“How did you even do this?” I asked.
He shifted in the doorway. “I posted the guitar online. Mr. Keller from church bought it.”
I blinked. “You sold an expensive guitar to a grown man from church without telling me?”
“He asked if I was sure like… four times, Mom.”
