Then he learned that the center was looking for a paid evening entertainer to organize performances for the children.
And my strict, rough husband agreed to perform every evening in that ridiculous outfit.
He was paid for each performance.
“But what about the $18,000?” I asked.
John finally spoke.
“That’s the money I took from our account. I donated all of it to the treatment fund for Lily and the other children. And I’ve been saving the money I earn here so I can replace our savings.”
He showed me the cash in the handbag and the payment receipts.
“Mary, I know I was wrong. I should have asked you first. But when I saw that little girl, I remembered our Emily.”
Hearing that name made my heart
