“You did what?!”
My hands suddenly felt weak, and I set the basket down on the floor. “Why would you do that? That guitar meant everything to you.”
He swallowed. “It did. But Emily needed a new wheelchair.”
I just stared at him.
“Her old chair was barely working,” he continued 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 for her to get across the building.”
“David…”
But once he had started, there was no stopping him.
“Her family doesn’t have the money for a new one right now.” His voice softened. “So I sold the guitar.”
Before I even realized it, I had sat down on the edge of his bed.
Emily was his classmate—a sweet girl with sharp eyes and a gentle smile. Whenever I saw her at school events, she always had a book resting on her lap.
I knew she had been paralyzed after an accident when she was little. But I hadn’t realized her wheelchair had gotten that bad.
“How did you even manage this?” I asked.
He shifted awkwardly 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 me if I was sure like… four times, Mom.”
“David…”
“I was sure, Mom. I still am.”
I pressed my fingers to my forehead. His sincerity made me want to cry—and lecture him—at the same time.
“Why didn’t you come to me first?”
