My sister filched our grandma’s jewelry to fund a convertible, and she thought she’d gotten away with it—until I made sure she’d never forget the consequences.
Grandma Carol’s voice trembled as she called me, “My jewelry… it’s all gone.” It wasn’t just any jewelry—it was her wedding band, her mother’s pearls, and the anniversary bracelet from Grandpa, everything had vanished. I rushed over and found her seated by an empty wooden jewelry box, tears welling up in her eyes. There was…