The satisfaction wasn’t just about saving the crystals. It was watching Sandra realize she’d been outplayed by the very woman whose memory she tried to destroy.
Several guests had recorded the whole reveal on their phones. By morning, everyone in Millfield would know what Sandra had done. She’d never show her face in our town again.
Dad came over to me as the evening wound down. His eyes were bright with unshed tears.
“Your mother would be so proud,” he whispered. “You fought for her memory with grace and strength.”
I hugged him tightly. “She taught me how to love. And how to protect what matters.”
Michael squeezed my hand. We looked at our friends and family. At Aunt Marlene carefully packing away Mom’s crystals. And at the empty table where Sandra should have been.
Family games
Sometimes karma needs a little push. It needs careful planning and a hidden camera.
But justice always finds a way to shine through, just like sunlight through crystal. And sometimes, when you fight for love, you get a standing ovation.
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