Days passed before David was strong enough to talk. The red blisters began to fade, replaced by pale scars that would likely never disappear.
One afternoon, as I sat beside him, he took my hand and whispered, “I should’ve told you sooner. There’s a man at work — the foreman. He wanted me to sign fake invoices for materials that were never delivered. I refused. He warned me I’d regret it, but I didn’t think he’d actually hurt me.”
His words broke me.
My quiet, honest husband — a man who built homes for a living — had nearly lost his life for standing by his principles.
The police confirmed everything days later. The culprit, a subcontractor named Rick Dawson, had secretly smeared a chemical substance onto David’s shirt while he was changing at the construction site. It was a malicious act meant to scare him into silence.
Rick was arrested, and the company began a full investigation that uncovered other fraud and corruption.
Healing, Justice, and a Hard Truth
