She trailed off, her eyes filling with tears. A single drop slid down her cheek, leaving a glistening trail on her weathered skin.
That was it. I couldn’t see her cry. I couldn’t let anyone make my grandma cry.
“I’ll handle this,” I promised, hugging her tight. “Don’t worry.”
Grandma shook her head. “I don’t want to cause trouble, Joyce. She’s your sister.”
“Being family doesn’t give her the right to steal from you,” I said firmly. “Trust me, I’ll take care of it. I’ll make sure she returns everything!”
I drove straight to my parents’ house, where Sophia still lived. And guess what was parked in the driveway?
A brand-new bright red convertible.
I can’t even explain how angry I felt at that point. Suddenly, the pieces fell into place with sickening clarity.
I stormed inside and found Sophia in the kitchen. She was using her phone, standing there like she didn’t have a care in the world.
I didn’t even try to be subtle. “Where’s Grandma’s jewelry?”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, her eyes still glued to her phone screen.