“Mom!”
“I’m seventy-four, sweetheart. I still appreciate a little justice.”
When I explained the jewelry box, she laughed so hard that a nurse came to check on us.
“Everything okay?”
Mom wiped her eyes.
“Perfectly fine. My daughter just returned two defective gifts!”
The next morning, Dawson called.
Megan had returned home early and admitted the relationship.
Apparently, she’d used my name as an excuse for several trips.
Then he asked about the jewelry box.
“What exactly did you send them?”
“Two bracelets.”
I explained the engravings.
Sisters Before Misters.
Forever Yours.
Then I told him what I’d written in the note.
Dear Megan,
Since you’ve been borrowing my husband, I thought you might as well have the jewelry, too.
One bracelet represented our friendship.
The other represented my marriage.
Apparently, neither promise meant what I believed it did.
Love, Kylie.
Dawson was silent.
Then he laughed sadly.
