Bethany FINDS OUT Brooke Had lsaiah Steal& Sell Her OWN Purse to Help Her Mom Fix the Car!

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  Bethany FINDS OUT Brooke Had lsaiah Steal& Sell Her OWN Purse to Help Her Mom Fix the Car! 

"The Price of a Purse”

The morning sun filtered weakly through the curtains of Bethany's kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee doing little to calm her nerves. She still hadn't fully recovered from last week's confrontation with Sharra 

- the argument about the money, the half-truths, the desperate explanations. Things had been fragile since then, the air between them thick with unspoken guilt.

 But today would bring something far worse.

 Bethany was scrolling through her phone, mindlessly deleting junk mail, when a text from her neighbor, Mrs. Langley, made her freeze. 

Hey Bethany just wanted to check - did yOU ever find your missing purse? | saw a post about one that looks just like it at the pawn shop dontoWn”

 Bethany blinked. Missing purse? 

She rushed to her closet and yanked open the top shelf -the place where she always kept her cream- colored designer purse, the one Larry had bought her for their anniversary. Her hand hit empty air. 

Her pulse spiked. "No way.."

She searched everywhere - under the bed, in the hallway closet, behind the sofa cushions - but it was gone.

 She dialed Larry immediately.

“Larry, did you move my purse? The cream one?" 

"No”he said slowly. 

"You mean the one with the gold clasp? You loved that thing. 

Why?" "Because it's gone. And Mrs. Langley says there's one just like it at the pawn shop downtown." Larry sighed.

 "Maybe you left it somewhere? You took it to Sharra's the other day, right?" Bethany froze. 

"Yeah... I did." An hour later, Bethany pushed open the door of Miller's Pawn & Gold, her stomach in knots. The bell above the door jingled as a grizzled man behind the counter looked up. 

"Help you, ma'am?" She pointed to the display case behind him - and there it was. Her purse. The same cream leather, the same initials embossed on the clasp: B.T. Her breath caught.

“Thats mine” The man raised an eyebrow. "Got the receipt?"

Bethany's hands trembled as she pulled out her ID.

 "I don't need a receipt - it literally has my initials on it!

" He sighed and pulled up a record on the counter computer. "

Kid brought it in last week. Said it belonged to his girlfriend. Got fy bucks for it.” Bethany's eyes narrowed. 

"What kid?" The man looked unsure. "I'm not supposed to give out namesS" Bethany slammed her palm on the counter. 

"This is stolen property! Tell me who brought it in” The man hesitated, then muttered, "Name on the slip says... Isaiah P" Bethany felt like the world tilted beneath her. Isaiah.

 Brooke's boyfriend. Her voice came out in a whisper. 

"Brooke Sharra's daughter?” He frowned. "Didn't ask. But yeah - tall kid, messy hair, black hoodie. Nervous.” Bethany's stomach turned cold. 

"Oh, Sharra" she murmured, "what have you done now?” That evening, Bethany's car screeched to a halt in front of Sharra's house.

 The same silver sedan sat in the driveway, its hood now closed, a faint shine to it - clearly repaired. She didn't bother knocking this time.

 She stormed right up and opened the door, shouting, "Sharra! Where's Brooke?"

Sharra appeared, startled, her hands covered in flour from baking. 

"Beth? What's going on?" Bethany held up her phone, showing a photo of the purse from the pawn shop. 

“This. Is. Mine Sharra's face drained of color. 

"Bethany, I-" "Don't say you didn't know!" Bethany shouted. "The pawn shop said Isaiah sold it - Brooke's boyfriend! And don't tell me you didn't notice when your car magically got fixeda week ago!

" Sharra's lips trembled.

 "I thought she was helping with her own savings. She told me she sold some old jewelry. I didn't ask" Bethany cut her off. "You didn't ask?! You let your daughter steal from me?!" Brooke appeared in the doorvway then, her eyes red and puffy.

 "Stop yelling at my mom!" she cried. "It wasn't her fault!" Bethany turned on her, fury and disbelief mixing in her chest.

 "You had Isaiah steal my purse, didn't you?" Brooke hesitated - and that was answer enough. Tears welled up in her eyes. 

"I didn't mean to! Mom needed money to fix the car, and she wouldn't ask you again after you two fought! I thought if I could help her, she'd be okay. lsaiah said he could sell something quick, and"

Bethany couldt believe what she was hearing.

“So you stole from me? Your mother's best friend?

" Brooke sobbed. "l just wanted to help! You don't understand what it's been like - the bills, the calls, the debt collectors. Mom was falling apart!" Sharra's face was streaked with tears now, too. 

"Brooke.. you shouldn't have done that. I'd rather lose the car than your honesty." Bethany's anger began to crumble under the weight of the truth. She looked between them– Sharra, exhausted and ashamed; Brooke, broken and shaking- and something inside her softened. You bothshouldve just told me”Bethany whispered. Twould've helped. Istill can” Brooke wiped her eyes. 

"I'll get the money back. I'll work. I'lI do whatever-" Bethany reached out, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "No, sweetheart. You'll just tell the truth. Thats how you start fixing things.” The three of them sat together in silence that night, the tension replaced by a heavy but healing stillness.

 The purse was returned, but the deeper wound - of trust and desperation - would take longer to mend.

As Bethany left, she looked back at the house- the flickering porch light, the mother and daughter insid clinging to each other like shipwreck survivors.

 Sometimes, she thought, the things people steal are out of greed. 

They're stolen out of love, twisted by fear - a kind o love that costs too much.

( THE END)