After my daughter Meredith died in a car accident, I tried to stay close to her six-year-old daughter, Emma. I sent gifts, money, and love, hoping it would help her heal. But after Meredith’s widower, Josh, quickly remarried a woman named Brittany, things changed.

Emma grew quiet. She whispered that Brittany told her not to talk about her mom. Brittany started asking me for money for Emma’s birthdays and school needs. I agreed—until Emma told me she never received anything. The Barbie Dreamhouse? Missing. The sapphire earrings? Brittany wore them.

Heartbroken, I planned a birthday party for Emma. In front of family and friends, I revealed the truth: photos, receipts, and messages projected for all to see. Brittany fled, and Josh finally saw clearly.

Now, Emma stays with me often. One night, touching her earrings, she asked, “Do you think Mommy can see these?” I whispered, “I know she can.”