The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

Lauren slowly turned toward him.

Derek kept smiling.

“It was just sitting there on your dining table collecting dust.”

I carefully placed my fork back on my plate.

“Derek…”

“What?”

“What exactly did you do?”

He laughed.

“I sold it.”

The room fell silent.

“Facebook Marketplace,” he continued proudly.

“Five hundred bucks. Cash.”

Nobody spoke.

Not Mom.

Not Dad.

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