Danielle's son, Andrew Lewis, knelt in front of me. "Please, I'm begging you to write a letter of forgiveness. If you agree to forgive them, they'll receive lighter sentences!"Serena's husband, Peter Walsh, chimed in with bloodshot eyes, "Nathan, Serena is still in the hospital, and the baby's due any day now. She knows she was wrong. We haven't touched a single cent of the money. We'll return every penny!"We'll even organize a fundraiser to reimburse you for that $15,000 fine!"I looked at the group of people in front of me.Just a few days earlier, they'd been calling me a piece of trash online, discussing how to divide up my money in the group chat, and blocking my doorway to force me to reopen the charging stations.Now they were crying as if they were the ones who'd been wronged.If this had happened before, I might have softened.But then I remembered my car being splashed with red paint, the protest banner outside my company, and those thirty-seven identical repair form
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