I refused. She didn’t take it well.
Two weeks later, I came home to a nightmare—Mom’s crystal set smashed across the dining room floor. Sandra stood there, feigning surprise.
“Oh, Jen! The cabinet just tipped over. Such a shame.”
I couldn’t breathe. I fled upstairs, refusing to let her see me cry. That night, I called Aunt Marlene, sobbing.
“She destroyed Mom’s crystals.”
After a pause, Marlene spoke gently.
“She told her friend she was going to do it. I overheard her. So I switched the sets. What she broke was a thrift store replica. The originals are safe in my attic. And I installed a camera. We caught everything.”
For the first time in weeks, I smiled.
I let Sandra believe she’d won. She strutted around, satisfied. But three days later, at the wedding reception, the truth came out.
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