I saw her at the mall, wearing designer clothes and carrying shopping bags from high-end stores. Her kids were with her, all dressed in expensive outfits. The money I had given her wasn’t for shoes—it was for something else entirely.
She saw me and froze, but I didn’t say anything. I just walked past her, feeling a mix of disappointment and betrayal. When I got home, I realized the lesson wasn’t just about being careful who you help—it was about trusting your instincts.
