My Nephew Threw My Purse in the Pool—By Morning, My Brother’s Car Was Gone

About twenty minutes later, I heard laughter coming from outside.

Not ordinary laughter.

The kind of laughter that tells you something has gone very wrong.

I walked into the backyard and froze.

My purse was floating in the middle of the pool.

Tyler stood nearby laughing while several of his friends recorded the scene on their phones.

“What happened?” I asked.

Tyler grinned.

“I thought it would be funny.”

My stomach dropped.

I rushed toward the water while trying to process what I was seeing.

My phone was ruined.

Several cards were soaked.

Important paperwork had turned into a soggy mess.

I looked at Mark, expecting him to finally step in.

Instead, he laughed.

“Come on,” he said. “It’s just a purse.”

Just a purse.

The words stung more than the damage itself.

I explained what had been inside.

Mark shrugged.

“You can replace most of that.”