When Joan sat down for a cozy movie night with her younger sister, she expected laughter and bonding, not a shocking confession.
Beverly revealed their stepmother, Sophia, had taken her Christmas money, and Joan knew she had to expose the betrayal in the most unforgettable way.
“Let it go, let it go!” Beverly sang along with Elsa, her little voice rising and falling, full of joy.
She was snuggled against me on the couch, clutching her favorite blanket.
It was our first quiet moment since I came home for Christmas break, and I was soaking it all in.
“Still your favorite movie, huh?” I teased, ruffling her soft brown hair.
She giggled. “Always.”
Beverly was only eight, but she’d been through so much.
After Mom passed two years ago, it had been just us and Dad for a while. Then came Sophia. She wasn’t evil or anything, just cold.
She’d smile when Dad was around, but when it was just us, her patience ran thin. I’d left for college a year later, and Beverly stayed behind, which killed me.
But now, here we were, watching her favorite movie for the hundredth time.
“Did you have a good Christmas?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh!
Daddy got me a doll. Sophia gave me pencils.”
“Pencils?” I frowned.
“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “They’re the twisty kind.
They’re okay.”
I felt a small pang in my chest. “What about Grandma and Grandpa? Or Aunt Liz?
Didn’t they give you anything?”
“They gave me money,” she said, her voice quieter now.
I smiled. “That’s awesome, Bev! What are you gonna buy?”
Her face scrunched up, and she fiddled with the hem of her blanket.
“I don’t have it anymore.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning in.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Sophia took it. She said I had too many presents already.
She used it for groceries ‘cause Christmas dinner cost a lot.”
My stomach flipped. “Wait. All of it?”
She nodded.
“I had three hundred dollars, but Sophia said I wouldn’t spend it right anyway.”
I stared at her. My little sister. Three hundred dollars.
Taken.
“Bev, who gave you the money? Did you count it yourself?”
“Grandma gave me $100, Grandpa gave me $100, and Aunt Liz gave me $100. We counted it at Grandma’s house before we came home.”
“And then Sophia took it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
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