When Joan sat down for a cozy movie night with her younger sister, she expected laughter, not a shocking confession. Beverly revealed that their stepmother, Sophia, had taken her Christmas money, and Joan knew she had to speak out against the betrayal.
“Let it go, let it go!” Beverly sang along with Elsa, her little voice rising and falling, full of joy. She was snuggled up against me on the couch, clutching her favorite blanket.
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It was our first quiet moment since I came home for Christmas break, and I was soaking it up.
“Still your favorite movie, huh?” I teased, ruffling his soft brown hair.
She giggled. “Always.”
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Beverly was only eight, but she had been through so much. After Mom died two years ago, it had been just us and Dad for a while. Then Sophia came along. She wasn’t mean or anything, just cold. She smiled when Dad was around, but when it was just us, her patience wore thin. A year later, I left for college and Beverly stayed, which killed me.
But now here we were, watching his favorite movie for the hundredth time.
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“Did you have a good Christmas?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She nodded excitedly. “Uh-huh! Dad gave me a doll. Sophia gave me crayons.”
“Pencils?” I frowned.
“Yes,” she said, shrugging. “They’re crooked pencils. They’re good.”
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I felt a small pain 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 calmer now.
I smiled. “That’s great, Bev! What are you going to buy?”
Her face tightened and she fiddled with the hem of her blanket. “I don’t have it anymore.”
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“How so?” I asked, leaning over.
“Sophia took it. She said I already had too many presents. She used it for shopping because Christmas dinner is expensive.”
“Wait. Everything?”
She nods. “I had three hundred dollars, but Sophia said I wouldn’t spend it well anyway.”
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“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 them at Grandma’s before we went home.”
“And Sophia took them?” I asked.
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“She said she would keep them for me, but I never got them back,” Beverly whispers, looking down at her hands.
My blood starts boiling. How could she? How can a grown woman take money from an eight-year-old and call it “groceries”?
“Are you sure she used it for Christmas dinner?”
“She said yes, but I saw her bag at the mall.”
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I clenched my fists.
“Beverly, thanks for telling me. I’m really sorry about what happened. But don’t worry, okay? I’ll take care of it.”
“How?” she asks, her big eyes looking at me.
I forced a smile. “You’ll see. Trust me.”
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That night I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t let this go. If I faced Sophia alone, she would deny everything or twist the facts. No, I needed backup. I needed witnesses.
The next morning I texted Dad.
“Hey, can we have a family dinner tomorrow before I go back to school? I think it would be nice to get everyone together one last time.”
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“That sounds great! I’ll organize that,” he replied.
I smiled, my plan already forming. Sophia won’t know what’s in store for her.
The dining room glowed with soft candlelight. The table was covered with leftover holiday decorations—gold ribbons, pine cones, and glittering ornaments. Everyone had finished their meals, and the warm smell of baked ham and apple pie hung in the air.
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Dad sat at the head of the table, laughing at one of Grandpa’s jokes. Grandma sat next to him, adjusting her glasses as she sipped coffee. Across the table, Sophia looked smug, chatting with Aunt Liz about her “great holiday sale finds.” She was completely at ease, as if nothing could disturb her perfect little world.
I glanced at Beverly, who was sitting next to me. She was swinging her legs under the table, her hands clutching a cookie. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the room.
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It was time.
I tapped my fork against my glass. “Hey everyone,” I said, smiling to get their attention. “Before we wrap up, can I share something?”
The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to me.
“Sure, sweetheart,” Dad said, leaning forward.
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I walked over and gave Beverly’s shoulder a quick squeeze. “So, you all know how much Beverly loves riding her scooter, right?”
Grandpa laughed. “She’s always doing pirouettes on that thing!”
“Well,” I continued, “she dreams of having a bicycle. Something a little faster, maybe with a basket for her dolls.”
Beverly smiled shyly.
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“And guess what? Beverly got a lot of money for Christmas to help her buy one. Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Liz, you’ve all been so generous.” I paused, taking in what I’d said. “But the weird thing is… Beverly doesn’t have any money anymore.”
Sophia froze.
“What do you mean?” my father asked.
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“She told me Sophia took it. The three hundred dollars.”
The room fell silent, except for the faint clink of Grandpa putting down his fork.
Sophia let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, Joan, that’s not quite true. Beverly didn’t understand…”
“She understood perfectly,” I interrupted. “She told me that you said she already had too many presents and that you would use the money for ‘groceries’.”
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Sophia’s face turned red. “That’s not fair! I used some of it for Christmas dinner. Do you have any idea how much accommodation costs? And didn’t I deserve a little break after all that work? It’s only right that I treated myself to a spa day and some candles!”
“Did Dad ask you to use Beverly’s money for dinner?” I replied.
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Dad shook his head slowly. “No, I didn’t. Sophia, is this true? Did you take Beverly’s Christmas money?”
Sophia stammers. “I didn’t take it. I borrowed it. I was going to return it!”
Grandma’s voice is sharp. “You spent money that wasn’t yours. On yourself. How dare you?”
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Sophia’s overconfidence crumbled. She pointed at Beverly. “She’s just a child! She wouldn’t have spent it wisely. I was just trying to make it do something useful.”
“Useful?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like spa treatments? Or those fancy candles?”
“I said I’d put it back!” Sophia’s voice rose, now shaky and defensive.
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“That’s enough!” Dad’s voice rang out, silencing the room. He turned to Beverly, his expression softening. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry about what happened. That money was yours, and it should have stayed yours.”
He looks back at Sophia, his tone cold. “You’re going to pay back every cent tonight. I don’t care if it comes from your savings or your next paycheck, but Beverly is getting her money back. Do you understand me?”
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Sophia nodded stiffly.
“And let me be clear,” Dad continued. “If anything like this happens again, it’s over between us. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sophia whispered, staring at her plate.
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I shook Beverly’s hand under the table. Sophia didn’t look at anyone as she sat there, defeated.
But I wasn’t done. “Beverly already knows what she’s buying, right?” I said, winking.
She nodded. “A pink bike with a basket.”
Grandma smiled. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, dear.”
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The conversation moved on, but Sophia sat silently, her face as red as the tablecloth. She had been unmasked, and everyone knew it.
The next morning, I woke up to Beverly bouncing on my bed. “Joan! Wake up! You promised!” she screamed, her excitement lighting up the room.
I groaned dramatically. “What time is it? The sun’s barely up!”
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“It’s bike day!” she said, pulling me out of bed by the hand.
After breakfast, Dad handed me the entire $300. “This is part of my savings. Take Bev shopping and make sure she has everything she wants,” he said, turning to Beverly. “It’s your money, and it’s time you started enjoying it.”
Beverly clutched the bills tightly, her eyes shining. “Thanks, Dad!”
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We spent hours at the store. Beverly picked out the prettiest pink bike with a white basket and matching pom poms. She made sure it had a bell and a helmet. With the money she had left, she bought a doll she had her eye on and a giant art kit.
“Do you think Sophia is mad?” she asks as we load everything into the car.
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“Maybe,” I answered honestly. “But she had no right to take your money. And now she knows she can’t get away with it.”
Back home, Dad pulled me aside. “Joan, thanks for standing up for Beverly. I should have noticed something was wrong, but I trusted Sophia too much. It won’t happen again.”
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“She’s your wife,” I said gently. “It’s okay to trust her, but I’m glad you see the truth now.”
That night, Dad sat Sophia down and made her pay back the stolen money from her savings. “This is your one and only warning,” he said firmly. “If you betray this family again, we’re done for.”
Sophia apologized obediently, but her usual smugness was gone.
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As I watched Beverly ride her new bike down the driveway, her laughter filling the air, I knew one thing for sure: Justice felt good.
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