My Aunt Slipped Grandma’s Diamond Ring Off Her Finger on Her Deathbed — Two Days After the Funeral, a Package Arrived That Made Her Turn Pale

My Aunt Slipped Grandma’s Diamond Ring Off Her Finger on Her Deathbed — Two Days After the Funeral, a Package Arrived That Made Her Turn Pale

Linda took a swallow. “In hospice, I witnessed you taking my ring. I didn’t decide to stop you. I didn’t want a quarrel by my bed. However, I also didn’t want Kate to be held accountable for being honest.

My stomach turned over when I heard my name. You’re not serious.”

Panicked, Linda read more quickly. “I sold the real diamond 10 years ago.”

Naturally, this created a fuss. Prior to the letter, nobody was aware of this.

I took out the receipt by reaching into the package. Pawn shop. Date. Amount.

Ray’s expression hardened. “You’re kidding. ”You took something from her as she was dying.

Linda’s voice cracked as she continued. “Your rehab was funded by me. You said I was crying. You said you were prepared to adapt.

In a whisper, my mother said, “She sold her diamond for you.”

“I didn’t ask her to!” yelled Linda. ”You did,” I said.

Linda spun around. “Shut up.”

Linda’s mouth quivered. ”No,” I replied. “You stole from her while she was dying.”

Linda’s gaze flickered. “It was mine anyway!”

My mother’s voice was as sharp as a razor. “Stop saying that.”

Linda’s mouth shook. There was no backup when she looked around.

Ray gestured to the pocket of Linda’s cardigan. “So the ring—”I didn’t want it to be stolen.

Linda slapped it on the coffee table after yanking it out. “There! Happy? Take it!”

The light fell on the stone. Too intelligent. Too tidy. False.

My mother gazed as though she was having trouble focusing.

Ray chuckled sharply. “You had it in your pocket at the funeral.”

“I didn’t want someone to steal it!” Linda growled. You made yourself seem bad. ”And this? Take a look at this mirror. This is ill.

She gave it to me. “It’s just a mirror.” ”She’s making me look bad! ”Linda, you made a fool of yourself.” My mother, who is usually honest but sensible.

Beneath the papers was another envelope.

Linda whirled. “You would say that, of course. You’ve always detested me.

Mom didn’t even blink. “You are not hated by me. I’m worn out.”

I turned to face the box once more.

Beneath the papers was another envelope, thick and sealed.

OPEN IN FRONT OF EVERYONE FOR KATE. Grandma was aware.

Linda made a lunge.

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