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“Then tell the truth.”
I said, “Then tell the truth about what you did.”
Linda’s eyes flicked around the table. Cousins. Uncles. My mom. Me.
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“I thought it was mine.”
No place to hide. No one stepping in.
Her voice came out small. “I took the ring.”
My mom closed her eyes.
Finally, Linda broke down. She explained how she felt bad her entire life about how her mom had to help her out by selling the ring. And when she saw it, she just wanted something to remember her mother by.
Linda walked out.