Linda explained. “My brother’s a cop. I recognized her from your Instagram post and rushed over.” The room spun. Susan had been conning men like me, and Linda, wild as her entrance was, had just saved me from being her next victim. As I processed it all, her oldest son piped up, “Are we getting pizza or what?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Can I buy you dinner?”
I asked Linda. “After all that?” she teased. “Yeah. You’ve earned it.” MTwo years later, we’re still together. I’ve adopted her kids, and we’re a family. And yes — she still says I owe her for that night. Every day, I agree.
