I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Ethan holding my ring in his shaking hands. My chest tightened, and my heart hammered like it wanted to escape. “Ethan!
What are you doing?” I shouted, my voice echoing off the bedroom walls. He froze, guilt written all over his face, but his eyes were defiant. “I… I needed it, Mom,” he stammered.
“I’ll pay it back. I promise.”
“Pay it back? You’re stealing from me!” I yelled, stepping closer, my hands trembling with anger.
The room felt too small, too hot. The cheap lamp on the nightstand flickered, casting shadows across his face that made him look older and younger at the same time. “I didn’t want to ask you!
You’re always mad at me!” he shouted back. His voice cracked, but it was loud enough to make the neighbors probably hear. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, like we were about to explode.
“Mad at you? Ethan, stealing my wedding ring is more than being mad. It’s betrayal!” I said, my voice rising.
“Do you know what this ring means? It’s my marriage, our family. And you want to pawn it for what?
A few dollars?”
He looked down, biting his lip. “I… I have debts, Mom. I… I didn’t know what else to do.”
I could feel anger and fear mix in my chest.
My son, my baby, the one I’d held in my arms every night, was now on the other side of this shouting match, holding something sacred in his hand. I didn’t know if I should cry, scream, or just run out of the room. “You have no right,” I said, voice shaking.
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