Daniel was scared.
My phone rang at 2:00 in the morning.
“Claire… You have to call my mom. Right now. I’m begging you.”
I sat up straighter.
“She’s going to cut me out of the will, the company, everything. You have to talk to her. Please. Ask her not to do this.”
I sat there in the dark for a moment. Then I smiled.
Karma had caught up to Daniel. Good.
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But when I called him back, I quickly realized that I would be in even deeper trouble than he was if I didn’t help him.
Karma had caught up to Daniel.
I dialed him back.
He answered on the first ring. “Claire?”
“Why on earth would you think I’d help you?”
Silence. Then two words.
“Child support.”
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My smile disappeared.
“You think I can support eight kids with nothing?” He asked in a sharp tone. “If she cuts me off, I lose my salary. I lose everything. And if I have no income, the court can’t squeeze blood from a stone.”
“Why on earth would you think I’d help you?”
I didn’t say anything. I was doing math in my head.
Eight kids. Eight futures. Eight college funds.
Suddenly, this wasn’t karma anymore. It was a problem I was going to have to solve.
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“So, unless you suddenly have the means to support them all,” he continued, “you need to go beg my mother to change her mind.”
I closed my eyes.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll do it.”
Suddenly, this wasn’t karma anymore.
The next morning, I drove to Margaret’s house on a hill overlooking the river. My hands were trembling when I rang the doorbell.
Margaret opened the door herself.
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We looked at each other for one long moment.
And then I did something I never expected to do.
I dropped to my knees on Margaret’s doorstep. “Please don’t cut Daniel out of the business. I’m not going to pretend I care what happens to him, but think of the children.”
I did something I never expected to do.
“Good heavens, Claire, get up!”
I got up.
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