Slowly, she pulled out an ornate gold brooch covered in tiny diamonds that sparkled under the light. Even I could tell it was incredibly valuable. Clutching it tightly, she gasped, “Who would’ve thought your broke mother owned something like this?”
That was when my husband quietly appeared in the doorway.
Calmly, he asked his mother if she had found what she was looking for. Confused, I listened as she triumphantly reminded him that he had claimed my mother was secretly wealthy and that the jacket held proof. Then my husband finally explained everything.
