I froze.
“Years?”
“Yes, years! I’d connect it after dark and remove it before morning. Nobody ever noticed. Why would I pay to water my lawn when family lives ten feet away?”
Suddenly, every argument Harold and I had ever had about household expenses came rushing back.
Every unusually high water bill.
Every time he accused me of poor budgeting.
Every time I blamed myself.
“You’ve been taking our water since we were married?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Taking. Stealing. You make everything sound so ugly. It was family sharing.”
I let her keep talking.
Because my phone was hanging low beside my hip.
And it was recording every word.
When she finally finished yelling, she threw the HOA notice onto the ground and stormed home.
I stood there for several seconds, listening to my heartbeat.
Locking the faucet would prevent her from stealing another gallon.
But the recording could finally prove what had been happening all those years.