so we’re going to have to tow his car and possibly suspend his license.” Sheldon looked at me, his face a mix of anger and desperation. “Scarlett, please, can you help me?” I took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. “Officer,” I said, “can I drive the car home? I have a valid license.”
The officer looked at me for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. If you drive, we won’t have to tow it. But he’s still getting a ticket.” I took the keys from Sheldon, feeling a sense of empowerment and justice. This was his mess, and now I was the one bailing him out. As I got into the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Sheldon sat by the side of the road, looking defeated. “Thank you,” he mumbled as I started the car. I didn’t respond. Instead, I focused on the road ahead, feeling a mixture of relief and triumph. I was in control now. Sheldon needed to understand that his actions had consequences. As I drove away, leaving Sheldon to deal with the police, I felt a strange sense of closure. This wasn’t the end of our problems, but it was a step towards reclaiming my strength and independence. Sheldon would have to face his own demons, and I would be there to support him—but only if he learned to trust me. For now, I was content to drive home, knowing that karma had indeed had the last laugh.