Grandpa saw me get out of a cab and asked, “Where’s your birthday BMW?” Mom laughed and said, “Oh, we gave it to your sister!” He went quiet for a moment… then called his lawyer the next day.
“I’ll do it,” I said softly.
He nodded. “And the BMW?”
“I don’t want it returned,” I said. “I just don’t want to pretend Lucy didn’t take something that wasn’t hers.”
“She’ll answer for that,” he said calmly. “Soon.”
When we came back out, everyone looked up.
My mother’s smile faltered.
Neither Grandpa nor I spoke.
But his hand rested on my shoulder—and that said more than words ever could.
Two weeks later, my mother called. Three times.
I ignored all of them.
On the fourth call, curiosity won.
