The next morning, his mother entered our room for a family ritual.
Her eyes immediately found my empty wrist.
The family heirloom bangle wasn't there.
Her expression darkened.
"What kind of daughter-in-law forgets something so important?"
Her voice echoed through the house.
I stood there silently.
Embarrassed.
Ashamed.
Hurt.
Tom watched everything.
And said nothing.
That silence hurt more than her words.