My friend had no family. She fell gravely ill and begged me for $6000.
I needed that money, but gave it to save her life. She swore she’d pay me back, said it with tears in her eyes, holding my hand like I was her only hope.
Then she vanished.
No texts, no calls, no “thank you,” not even a goodbye. Her number stopped working. Her apartment was cleaned out like she’d never existed. That was nine years ago.
Her name was Renna. Not many people forget a name like that. We were inseparable once—like sisters, honestly. I knew her since we were nineteen. We’d cry over boys, binge bad reality shows, and even shared rent once. So when she showed up at my door that one night, pale and shaking, saying she was sick and desperate… I didn’t hesitate.
The $6000 wasn’t some extra cash lying around. It was what I’d saved over three years to start a home baking business. My dream. I gave it to her anyway.Read More Below
