“Has anyone come today?” I asked, frowning.
“No. Nancy had the day off,” Mom said. “It was just Jane who came this morning. She just wanted to check on me.”
“I’ll ask Jane about that,” I replied.
“Don’t,” said Mom firmly. “Jane wouldn’t steal. I don’t want you two to fight again.”
After Mom went to bed, I went to Jane’s apartment.
My frustration had reached a boiling point. I knocked on her door and waited. It took a while, but eventually she opened it.
“Mom’s gold earrings are missing,” I said bluntly.
Jane folded her arms. “And you think I took them. Of course.”
“You were the only one who visited her today,” I said.
“Why should I take her earrings?” Jane asked sharply.
“Maybe because you’re broke. Maybe because you need money for some crazy things. Take your pick,” I snapped.
“Do you even know how much I’ve done for this family?” Jane shot back.
“You didn’t do anything! I’m the one who takes care of everything!” I shouted.
She turned. “Leave. I’m done with this.”
“Okay,” I said, slamming the door as I walked out.
When I arrived home, Caden was putting on his coat.
“I just went for a walk,” my husband said, kissing my cheek. “Milow’s asleep. Dinner’s in the fridge.” Then he walked out, leaving me speechless.
Caden was a stay-at-home dad.
For the next two weeks, Mom continued to moan about missing items.
Small items, such as jewelry and souvenirs, were missing.
It always happened on the days Jane came. My dissatisfaction turned to rage. How could she be so selfish?
I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I went to Jane’s house, ready to confront her in person.
Jane raised an eyebrow. “And you think I took them? Why would I?”
“Because you’ve always been like this! You’ve done this before and I know you need money!” I snapped.
Jane’s face stiffened. “Why don’t you ask your husband what it’s like to need money?”
“Don’t bring Caden into this!” I shouted. “He’s the only one who’s really helping me!”
— Jane laughed. “If you’re so sure, call the police. Go ahead. Do it.”
