Taking care of Mom was exhausting, and tension with my sister, Jane, only made it worse. Things went missing, and I was certain Jane was to blame—until the truth left me shattered.
Jane had always been Mom’s favorite, forgiven for her reckless past. Now, she barely visited unless she wanted something, while I juggled work, caregiving, and my own family. When Mom’s gold earrings vanished, Jane was the prime suspect. “She was the only visitor,” Mom admitted, though she refused to believe Jane would steal.
Furious, I confronted Jane. “Why would I take them?” she snapped. “Call the police if you’re so sure!” Her anger only fueled my suspicions. Determined to catch the thief, I installed security cameras in Mom’s house.
The footage shocked me. It wasn’t Jane taking Mom’s things—it was Kaden, my husband. “I started gambling,” he confessed, his voice trembling. “I borrowed money from Jane, but when she refused more, I stole from your mom.”
Kaden’s betrayal cut deep. “You let me blame Jane,” I said, my voice breaking. He admitted his shame, but it wasn’t enough. “I need you to leave,” I told him.
Overwhelmed, I sought Jane. Tearfully, I apologized for doubting her. “I’m sorry,” I said, collapsing in her arms. “I’ll always be here for you,” Jane replied, proving her love and loyalty when I needed it most.
