I didn’t say another word to her. Instead, I pulled out my phone and left.
She wasn’t sorry. Not even a little bit.
So, I did something drastic. I came up with a plan and put it into motion the same night.
Step one: Find out where she pawned the jewelry.
This one was easy. I went back to my parents’ place when I knew Sophia would be out.
This was the perfect opportunity.
I looked around for some evidence because I knew Sophia wasn’t exactly careful with her receipts. She had a habit of leaving them lying around. Sure enough, I found one crumpled on the kitchen counter from a high-end pawn shop across town.
That’s exactly what I need, I thought.
Step two: Get the jewelry back.
I drove straight to the pawn shop the next morning. Luckily, the owner was a nice old man, and when I explained the situation, he agreed to let me buy the pieces back before they went up for sale.
“Family trouble, huh?” he asked sympathetically as he brought out the items.