The footage told a story no one wants to see. At 11:47 p.m., a hooded figure slipped inside, moving like they knew the place by heart. And when the light caught their face, my stomach dropped — it was Daniel, our nephew. The boy who’d once called our house his second home. He confessed later, tears streaming, saying he was drowning in debt. We could have pressed charges, but instead we chose something harder — forgiveness. Because sometimes, grace doesn’t erase the wound; it simply refuses to let betrayal have the final word.
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