I never thought I’d have to write something like this. Families are supposed to protect and love each other. But sometimes, the people closest to you are the ones who can hurt you the most. I learned that the hard way.
It all started with a phone call.
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A phone on a desk | Source: Pexels
I was finishing up some work at home when my grandmother, Carol, called me.
“Joyce, sweetie… do you know where my jewelry is?” she asked in a trembling voice.
I frowned, setting down my laptop. “What do you mean, Grandma?”
“My jewelry. My wedding ring. My mother’s pearls. The bracelet your grandfather gave me on our anniversary. They’re all… gone.”
My stomach twisted into knots. Grandma wasn’t the type to misplace things. She had a big old wooden jewelry box where she kept her most precious items.
A big jewelry box | Source: Midjourney
A big jewelry box | Source: Midjourney
She opened it every Sunday just to admire them.
It wasn’t because they were expensive. She just did that because all those pieces held memories, and they reminded her of a well-lived life.
And now they were gone? How was that even possible?
“Don’t worry, Grandma,” I said, already grabbing my keys. “I’ll be right over.”
When I arrived, she was sitting on the couch with the wooden jewelry box on the table. Her hands were shaking as she opened the lid.
It was empty. Completely empty.
An empty jewelry box | Source: Midjourney
An empty jewelry box | Source: Midjourney
My chest tightened.
“Grandma, did anyone come over recently?” I asked. “Someone who could have taken them?”
She hesitated before whispering, “Sophia was here yesterday.”
Of course. Sophia.
She was my younger sister, the golden child, and the one who always wanted more, more, and more. She was also drowning in credit card debt but refused to get a job because she thought she deserved a luxurious lifestyle without working for it.
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Money in a briefcase | Source: Pexels
I clenched my jaw. “What did she say?”
“She was acting strange,” Grandma murmured. “Kept saying she wanted to try on my jewelry. I didn’t think much of it. But now…”
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.”
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A woman looking down | Source: Midjourney
“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.
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A red convertible | Source: Pexels
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.
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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels
“Don’t play dumb, Sophia. Her jewelry. The pearls. The bracelet. The wedding ring. Where are they?”
She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Oh my God, Joyce, calm down. It’s not a big deal.”
Not a big deal? I thought, staring at her.
“She wasn’t even wearing them! They were just sitting there, collecting dust! Meanwhile, I needed a car. This one was on sale, so…” She flipped her hair and smirked. “I pawned them. Simple.”
A woman counting money | Source: Pexels
A woman counting money | Source: Pexels
“Seriously, Sophia? Do you have any idea what you did?” I asked. “You STOLE from Grandma.”
“I didn’t steal them, Joyce. I just… repurposed them. Grandma wasn’t even wearing most of that stuff anymore.”
“So, you thought selling them was the logical solution?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Grandma doesn’t need money, and I do. This car? It’s not just a car. It’s an investment in my future. People take you seriously when you drive something nice. It’s like… an image thing.”
That’s when I knew I wasn’t going to let this go.
A woman’s clenched fist | Source: Midjourney
A woman’s clenched fist | Source: Midjourney
If Sophia thought she could take what she wanted, and that Grandma was too weak to fight back, she was wrong.
She was dead wrong.
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.
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A woman opening a door | Source: Pexels
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.
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