As Jean’s eyes began to well up with tears, I crouched down to her level and reassured her, “It’s okay, honey. We can talk about this and find a solution. Maybe Grandma can help us fix the bike?”

Jacqueline’s lips tightened into a thin line. “No, no. I’ll just return it. I know a place where they’ll fix it up nicely, and when it’s perfect, I’ll bring it back.”

But something in her evasive eyes made me doubt her intentions. This wasn’t just about a bike. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool for Jean’s sake. I asked Jacqueline if I could speak with her privately.