Hours passed as Peter sat in silence, staring at the now-empty garage. He had opened his heart and home to strangers, only to be deceived. Yet, despite his anger, a part of him hoped the family was safe. The conflicting emotions left him exhausted and numb.
The news spread quickly among the neighbors. His colleague arrived at his doorstep, concern etched across his face. “I heard about the car,” he said gently. “Are you alright?” Peter nodded, forcing a weak smile. “I’ll be fine,” he replied, though the words felt hollow.