The moment my eyes landed on the delicate gold bracelet wrapped around Nurse Stephanie’s wrist, my breath caught. I knew that bracelet—my grandmother’s gift, engraved with a tiny smiley face. I’d searched for it for weeks before accepting it was gone. Now it was here, glinting under the hospital lights, on the wrist of the woman caring for me. When I asked about it, Stephanie said her boyfriend had given it to her a month ago—the same time mine disappeared. My stomach twisted. A month ago… when my husband Toby was home.

It had all started after I broke my leg in a fall. Toby, away on a work trip, promised to rush back. While in the hospital, Stephanie and I grew friendly, chatting about life, family, and relationships. She mentioned her “kind” boyfriend who spoiled her. But when I showed her a photo of Toby, she froze. My husband was her boyfriend. The bracelet? His gift. My gift. My suspicion turned into certainty—Toby had stolen it from me and given it to her.Family vacation packages