No Good Deed

Summary

A year after our divorce, my ex-husband, Mark, called me out of the blue. His tone was nasty.

"Come pick up your daughter's body. She got hit by a car at the intersection near school."

"But honestly, she only has herself to blame. Running into the street without looking. I know the guy who hit her. I already talked to him—he'll pay some damages, and we'll call it even."

Hearing this, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I was about to scream at him.

But the next second, my daughter's sweet voice called out from the other room, pulling me back to reality.