Woman Sells Vintage Stroller at Flea Market — Not Knowing the Buyer Would Find This

I’m Megan

“I’m Megan. I bought something from Beth years ago,” she stammered. “I need to speak with her—it’s important.” Silence lingered before Louise’s voice returned, low and serious. “We know your name. Can you come in today?” Megan’s stomach dropped. They already knew her? She agreed quickly, nerves buzzing. Hanging up, she explained everything to Robert and Mr. Holloway. They insisted on coming. As Robert’s truck pulled away, Megan clutched her seatbelt, bracing for answers.