“Your mother would be so proud,” he whispered. “You fought for her memory with grace and strength.”
I hugged him tightly. “She taught me to love. And how to protect what matters.”
Michael squeezed my hand. We looked around at our friends and family. Aunt Marlene carefully wrapped Mom’s crystals. And at the empty table where Sandra should have been.
Family Games
Sometimes karma needs a little push. It takes careful planning and a hidden camera.
But justice always finds a way to shine, just like sunlight through crystal. And sometimes, when you fight for love, you get a standing ovation.
