The Forbidden Seat
On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat.
A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken.
I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale.
"Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?"
Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology.
Hours passed without a reply.
Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.