“Her father is my father, too,” Brandon said gently.
“And the crying woman at Target yesterday?” I pressed further.
“That was my other sister, Natalie,” Brandon answered.
“Why was she crying so hysterically over a piece of jewelry?” I asked.
“It belonged to our mother,” Brandon said. “Mom always wanted Paige’s first child to inherit it.”
“Then why didn’t Paige’s child get it years ago?” I asked, crossing my arms tight.
“Dad wouldn’t give it up,” Brandon explained with a heavy sigh. “He completely cut Paige off nine years ago.”
This whole crazy story seemed utterly unreal to me as I listened on my front porch.
“And what about Natalie?” I questioned him.
“Natalie took it off Dad’s nightstand two days ago,” Brandon admitted in a low voice. “She was driving across town to bring it directly to you.”
“So she stole it from her own father,” I stated bluntly.
