When my mom sold our family heirloom for her boyfriend’s shady business, I thought it was gone forever. But karma helped us expose the betrayal and restore our family’s trust.
I pushed the door open, calling, “Mom? I’m home!” My voice echoed through the quiet house. It was weird. Usually, Mom was in the kitchen, humming or talking on the phone.
A woman calling out in an empty house | Source: Midjourney
I dropped my bag and walked into the living room. My eyes landed on the display shelf and froze. The spot where Grandma’s ring had always been was empty. The very ring with our family’s diamond, meant for me to wear when I married Jake after college, was gone. My stomach sank.