“Please Melissa, don’t call the cops on me. I beg you, please just have mercy. I don’t usually do things like this but I’m poor and homeless, I also have a little daughter to feed. And she’s the reason why I’m doing this, I’m trying to get money to put food on her table.” Aiden lamented his ordeal. “So I was walking around the area, looking for a house to break into and coincidentally, I stumbled across yours.” He added and Melissa furrowed her brows, lowering her pointed knife finally.

She saw him as a defenseless man who would do anything to provide for his daughter— he was wrong but he was helpless and didn’t have much of a choice. She pitied him. And herself too, she had thought he was a wealthy man when she saw him at he club, the suit he wore that night cost a couple of thousand dollars at least. But now, she’s seeing him in ragged jeans and a torn shirt, trying to hoist her jewelry. So she must’ve misunderstood a whole lot. And she admitted to herself, if she had known he was