“Her family doesn’t have money for a new one right now.” His voice got smaller. “So I sold the guitar.”
I sat down on the edge of his bed without meaning to.
“Her old chair was barely working.”
Emily was his classmate. She was a sweet girl with sharp eyes and a lovely smile, and she always had a book on her lap when I picked David up from school events.
She had been paralyzed after an accident when she was little. I knew that much. But I didn’t know her chair had gotten that bad.
“How did you even do this?” I asked.
He shifted in the doorway. “I posted the guitar online. Mr. Keller from church bought it.”
I blinked. “You sold an expensive guitar to a grown man from church without telling me?”
“He asked if I was sure like… four times, Mom.”
She had been paralyzed after an accident when she was little.
