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My 8-year-old sister confessed that our stepmother stole her $300 in Christmas money. My blood boiled, but I knew I couldn’t confront her directly.

My 8-year-old sister confessed that our stepmother stole her $300 in Christmas money. My blood boiled, but I knew I couldn’t confront her directly. So I smiled, hugged Clara, and told her I’d handle it. Then I arranged a big “farewell” dinner with the whole family—including the grandparents who had given her the money. Vivian, our stepmother, thought it was a party in her honor. She had no idea she was about to be exposed.

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The night before, Clara had been curled up against me, singing along to Frozen with her little blanket. When I asked if she’d had a good Christmas, her face fell. “I don’t have my money anymore,” she whispered.

It turned out Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Caroline had given her $300 for the bike of her dreams. Vivian had taken it. Claimed it was for groceries. But Clara had seen the shopping bags from the mall.

I promised her I’d fix it.

At the dinner, everyone laughed and shared stories. Vivian beamed, bragging about her “amazing post-holiday deals.” When the plates were cleared, I tapped my glass.

“Before we finish,” I said, steadying my voice, “I want to thank everyone here—Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Caroline—for being so generous to Clara this Christmas. You gave her $300 toward her dream bicycle.”

Clara smiled shyly.

“But the strange thing is,” I continued, “she doesn’t have that money anymore.”

The room fell silent. Vivian’s smile froze.

Clara’s tiny voice carried: “Vivian took it.”

Gasps echoed around the table. Dad’s face hardened. “Vivian? Is that true?”

Vivian stammered, tried to laugh it off, then snapped. “I only borrowed it! Do you have any idea how much Christmas dinner cost? And I deserved a spa day after all that hard work!”

“Enough,” Dad thundered. His eyes were cold now. “That money was Clara’s. You will repay every cent—tonight.”

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Vivian shrank back, pale, caught with no escape. Grandma shook her head in disgust. Clara squeezed my hand under the table, a small smile forming.

The next morning, Dad gave Clara her $300 back. Together, we bought the pink bike with the white basket she had been dreaming of, plus a bell, helmet, and an art kit. Clara beamed brighter than I’d ever seen.

That night, Dad sat Vivian down. His voice was flat, final: “If you ever betray this family again, we’re done.”

Vivian mumbled an apology, her arrogance gone.

Clara, meanwhile, pedaled down the street on her brand-new bike, tassels flying, laughter ringing in the air. She had her justice.

And Vivian? She had her humiliation.

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