That night, Dad confronted Kathy at dinner. He reminded her of the generosity she’d been given and the selfishness with which she’d repaid it. For the first time, Kathy had to face consequences. She begrudgingly refilled my tank and paid back the money, though her bitterness showed she still didn’t grasp the weight of what she’d done. It was clear: my kindness had been mistaken for weakness.
