Chapter 4: Justice, Marlboros, and Moving On
When the police arrived, they were surprised to see us again. Déjà vu.
"Ms. Harper, we've checked the security footage. Your child got sick from waiting in the cold. Look, no matter how busy you are, your kid comes first. Blaming the delivery guy won’t help. Spend more time with your kid."
With someone standing up for me, the crowd caught on and started pointing fingers at Melissa. The mood shifted.
"No way!"
"He must've told the driver to open the windows! How can you be sure he didn't? He's two-faced, pretending to be a good person!"
Melissa wouldn't let it go, so my coworkers and I went to the station together—after all, none of us could use our delivery bikes now. What a mess.
The police tracked down the Uber I took that day and questioned the driver. He confirmed he hadn't opened the windows in that weather and even had the heat on.
The Uber driver, a guy named Steve, vouched for me. Good guy.
"No way I’d open the windows in March," Steve told the officers. "Kid looked cold as it was. I had the heat cranked up, believe me."
Melissa blew up again. She was relentless.
"See? My son caught a chill outside, then got blasted with hot air inside—how could he not get sick?"
"You're a murderer! My son had such a bright future, and you ruined it!" She was almost screeching.
My coworkers tried to talk her down, but she wouldn't listen. She just kept yelling.
She even started insulting us, calling us lowlifes. The nerve.
Figures.
I rolled my eyes. Unreal.
"Officer, she trashed our bikes. We want compensation."
"Each bike costs four hundred bucks, and she wrecked seven of them—that's twenty-eight hundred dollars." I let the math settle in. "Please help us get it back." My patience was gone.
As for her shouting, it didn't matter—she'd have to pay every cent she owed. No way she was getting out of this.
We spent the whole afternoon at the station but finally got our compensation. What a day.
Twice in one week at the police station—what rotten luck.
But since it all started because of me, I bought everyone a pack of Marlboros as an apology. Least I could do.
As we sat outside the station, passing around the smokes, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Guess this week’s got a real sense of humor, huh?” Mike said, lighting up. He grinned at me.
The tension finally broke, and we all just shook our heads. Sometimes, doing the right thing lands you in the weirdest places. That’s life.
I just hoped that was the end of it.













