Sandra tried to speak, but no one listened. She fled the hall in disgrace.
That night, we toasted with Mom’s real crystal glasses. As I raised mine, I felt her with me—her love, her pride, her quiet strength.
Sandra thought she’d destroyed my mother’s legacy. Instead, she revealed her own cruelty for all to see.
Because sometimes, justice doesn’t need a courtroom. Just a little planning, a hidden camera, and the truth—shining through like sunlight in crystal. Unbreakable.
