Millionaire Lets Homeless Family Live In His Garage. His Heart Sinks The Next Day!
He held his breath, listening. Silence returned, but the damage was done. He couldn’t sleep now. Thoughts of Mrs. Henderson’s warning came rushing back.
Still, he stayed in bed. “It’s probably nothing,” he told himself again. But doubt had found a foothold, and it wasn’t letting go.
The next morning, as Peter stepped outside, Mrs. Henderson was tending to her garden. She looked up and called out. “Peter! Do you have a minute?”
He crossed the lawn, forcing a smile. “Morning. Everything alright?”
“I just wanted to mention… I heard something from your garage again last night. It didn’t sound right.” Her eyes narrowed. “Be careful, Peter. That kind of generosity can attract the wrong people.”
He hesitated. “I let a family stay there. Just for a few days. They needed help.” Mrs. Henderson’s lips pursed.
“There’s a scam I heard about,” she said, lowering her voice. “A young woman plays the part, gets invited in. Then she lets others in to steal when the owner’s not around. I’d hate for you to be caught off guard.”
Peter offered a tight smile. “Thanks. I’ll be careful.” But her words weighed heavier than ever.
Back in his car, Peter rested his head against the steering wheel. “Am I being stupid?” he whispered. He wanted to believe in his own intentions, but the seeds of doubt had grown.
At the office, his focus was nonexistent. Mrs. Henderson’s warning replayed in his mind with maddening frequency. Was Natalie honest—or had he been blind?
By late afternoon, Peter had resolved to confront Natalie directly. He needed clarity. He had to know if he had misjudged her.
When he returned home, something immediately felt wrong. A few decorative items in the living room were shifted. Not missing—just moved. It was subtle, but noticeable.
His pulse quickened. He made a beeline for the garage.
Natalie looked up as he entered. “Did someone come into the house while I was gone?” he asked, trying to keep his tone even. Her expression shifted instantly.
