"Give it back, Dad!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with frustration, as I tried to reclaim the jewelry from my father's grip.
The room turned into a chaotic scene of pushing and shoving, both of us desperately vying for control.
In a forceful act, my father pushed me to the ground, swiftly closed the door, and left, leaving only a pearl necklace in my hand.
I clutched it tightly, a mix of anger and sadness surging through me.
I can’t believe he escaped so easily!
With my mother’s necklace I had taken back from Jessica earlier, I only had these two pieces of jewelry that were the sole reminders of my mother's presence.
As I held onto the necklaces, a wave of relief washed over me for keeping the password of the bank account my mother had left for me a secret.
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