My DIL Crashed My Car after Taking It without Permission – She Refused to Pay for Repairs, but Karma Stepped In

I didn’t hear the crash so much as feel it—like the house flinched. One moment I was dreaming of rain on a tin roof; the next, a dull thud rolled up the driveway and punched me awake. Robe, slippers, porch light. My breath went white in the December air as I stepped outside and found my sedan canted at a wrong angle, a wing mirror glittering across the concrete like crushed ice. The bumper was chewed in. The headlights spidered. I touched the hood the way you steady a child after a stumble. “What in the world…” The front door… CONTINUE READING…