On our 20th anniversary, the night was filled with laughter and celebration—until we discovered our lockbox was empty. Suspicion ran high, and my husband, James, turned the evening into an unexpected investigation.
As the party continued, the mood shifted when financial struggles were shared, and tensions grew. Then, I discovered the lockbox open, and we realized money was missing. James asked everyone to empty their pockets, but nothing was found.
Suddenly, Nana Ruth entered, confused, claiming she had given away the money from her stash. She had mistaken our closet for hers.
Laughter erupted as everyone found small amounts of cash, but it wasn’t enough to fix all the problems. The music resumed, and the night ended with family, love, and a memorable story.
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