I gave him a call. Directly to voicemail. “Did you take my stuff?” I texted. Quiet. Darren had been crashing at our mom’s house, so I headed there the following morning. He was lying on the couch as if nothing had happened. “Where are my belongings?” I inquired. He didn’t recoil. I pawned it. Calm down—I’ll retrieve it once I resume my job. I was taken aback. “You stole from me after spending the money I gave you?”
Two days later, a furious Darren called.
“You reported me to the police? That’s chilly. “No,” I replied. “Stealing from your own brother is cold.” The TV was permanently gone, but I was able to retrieve some of my belongings from the pawn shop, replace the locks, and block his number.
A few weeks later, I got a call from a complete stranger named Marissa, who told me that Darren had also defrauded her cousin by taking money and fabricating his success. Then Mom called to say that Darren had been detained for committing internet fraud. He was at last being held responsible. Mom insisted that I go see him since he needed help. However, I informed her that he needed a mirror, not support, just yet.
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