“That was my other sister, Natalie,” Brandon answered.

“Why was she crying so hysterically over a piece of jewelry?” I asked.

“It belonged to our mother,” Brandon said.

“Mom always wanted Paige’s first child to inherit it.”

“Then why didn’t Paige’s child get it years ago?” I asked, crossing my arms tight.

“Dad wouldn’t give it up,” Brandon explained with a heavy sigh.

“He completely cut Paige off nine years ago.”

This whole crazy story seemed utterly unreal to me as I listened on my front porch.