“Last week I came to your house. Sandra was on the phone with her friend Nancy. She thought she was alone.” Aunt Marlene paused. “She was planning to destroy those crystals.”
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“He said, ‘If Jennifer wants to honor anyone at this wedding, it should be me. It’s time to get rid of Alice’s precious mementos.'”
Anger consumed me. It wasn’t an accident. It was murder. The murder of my mother’s memory.
“But Jenny,” Aunt Marlene’s voice softened. “I did something. I bought a set of cheap crystal glasses at the thrift store. I exchanged them the same day.”
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I was breathless. “My… my mother’s crystal glasses…”
“Your mother’s real crystal glasses are safe in my attic. And I installed a small camera in your dining room. We caught everything. I knew you’d call. I was planning on surprising you with crystal at your wedding, darling.”
