Ethan took a deep breath, his voice trembling but unwavering. “It was misty that morning. I was playing outside when I saw Grandma. She was muttering angrily, and she had the brooch. I watched her wrap it in cloth and tuck it away in the garden shed. I didn’t understand why until now.”

Margaret rose, her voice a sharp crack in the air. “This is nonsense! He’s just a child, confused and scared!”

But Ethan shook his head defiantly. “I know what I saw. Clara didn’t take it. She would never do that. She’s kind and honest. She’s like…she’s like a mom to me.”