With wide, worried eyes, Ava told me she had seen my sister-in-law, Chloe, in her room with the purse. My first instinct was to brush it off, but the tremor in Ava’s voice and the certainty on her face made me pause. When I confronted Chloe, she laughed a little too sharply and denied everything. But Ava didn’t back down.Standing straighter than I’d ever seen her, she revealed her proof: one of her bills had a tiny cat drawing she’d doodled on the corner. Gasps rippled through the room as Chloe, pressed to show her cash, reluctantly pulled out a folded stack. And there it was — Ava’s bill.
