Call The Police For An Egg

Summary

I had a fever, so I boiled myself an egg.

I didn’t expect my son to come home and call the police.

“There’s a thief in our house,” he told them, dead serious. “She stole one of my eggs.”

The officers thought it was a joke.

Evan didn’t.

“Ms. Blake gave me those eggs. They’re imported. She stole from me, so she should be arrested.”

Then he looked at me like I was a stranger.

“Mom’s just lazy. She’s pretending to be sick. No wonder Dad likes spending time with Ms. Blake.”

I bit down hard to keep from crying.

It didn’t help.

To him, my silence was proof I was guilty.