I was left speechless as my wife whispered, “I have a sixth sense for justice,” her eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. We watched in awe as the scene unfolded before us, a dramatic confrontation between the security guards and a man who had attempted to steal several high-end items by hiding them under his jacket.
The man’s protests were futile as the evidence against him mounted. The security footage revealed his every move, and the stolen items were quickly recovered from his possession.
As the guards led him away, his arrogance gave way to shame, and the murmurs of shock from the surrounding crowd turned to nods of approval.
My wife’s hand found mine, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Karma always finds its mark,” she said, her intuition proven true once again.
The delay in our shopping trip was a small price to pay for witnessing justice served. I wrapped my arm around her, feeling grateful for her presence in my life and her uncanny ability to sense the truth. In that moment, I knew I was lucky to have her by my side.