As soon as I hung up, my mom stormed into my room. “Where’s the sapphire necklace your father left you?”
I said nothing.
Her face twisted, all offended. “What’s with the attitude? Your sister thinks it’s pretty and just wants to borrow it for a couple of days. Don’t be so selfish!”
Cue Betty, clinging to her. “Forget it, Mom,” she said, with this fake little sigh. “Daphne’s never really seen me as her sister. If she doesn’t want to, it’s fine. I won’t force her.”
Mom’s voice shot up a notch. “She doesn’t get a choice! That necklace belonged to my husband, your father. And I’m deciding—it’s Betty’s now.”
Betty practically glowed while Mom doubled down. “If you don’t hand it over, I’ll send someone to tear your room apart.”
I stared at her, my lips curving into a bitter smile—the kind that stings more than tears ever could.
