My Sister and Her Husband Ghosted Us After Borrowing a Fortune — But Karma Came Knocking

The morning light filtered through the windows of my small apartment, casting gentle shadows across the kitchen table where I sat with my coffee and laptop, planning my next move. After fifteen years of running “Bloom & Blossom,” my little flower shop on Maple Street, I’d finally sold it to a young couple who reminded me of myself when I’d first started—full of dreams and determination, willing to work eighteen-hour days to make their vision come true.