Zeryn had always lived in chaos—failed marriages, bad decisions, and constant financial “emergencies.” Her daughter, Lune, had learned early that someone else would always pay the bill.
When Lune’s car broke down, Zeryn immediately started hinting for help.
And when Grandma mentioned the wedding fund, I noticed how closely my aunt listened.
A few weeks later, Grandma called me early in the morning.
Her voice was shaking.
“The money is gone.”
When I arrived, the tin box sat empty on the table. The closet lock had fresh scratches—forced open.
Only one person had been there recently.
I checked social media.
There it was.
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