She’d lost her passport.
Somehow, between all the smugness and sabotage, Darlene had misplaced it—gone without a trace. She called me in full panic mode, sobbing that the airline wouldn’t let her board. “Please,” she begged, “can you bring it to me? I think I left it at your place!”
I calmly replied, “Oh no… I GUESS FATE DIDN’T WANT YOU TO GO.”
Click.
My husband and I had already printed Ava a replacement ticket at the terminal. Turns out, I’d taken a photo of it days ago—just in case. Ava and I boarded the plane together, hand in hand, watching the island sun rise from 30,000 feet while Darlene sat at home stewing in her own bitterness.
Lesson: When you try to ruin someone else’s joy, karma doesn’t need help—just time. Jealousy will always trip over its own feet.
