There was a pause on the other end. “Hazel, I heard something about Diane and Charles. They might have used the money for their home repairs and car.”
My heart sank even further. “What? They took Jinny’s wedding money for themselves? How could they?”
“I don’t know, Hazel, but you need to find out the truth. Maybe talk to Jinny?”
“I will, Jane. I can’t let this stand. I have to recover and come there. I have to fix this mess for Jinny.”
After hanging up, I closed the laptop and took a deep breath. I had to focus on getting better. I needed to be there for my daughter, to make things right.
And so, every day became a step towards recovery.
I followed my doctor’s advice to the letter, took my medications on time, and rested as much as I could.
I even started doing light exercises to regain my strength.
Days turned into weeks, and my health gradually improved. The determination to help Jinny gave me the strength I needed.
One day, I called my travel agent and booked a flight to the USA, despite the lingering doubts and fears.
“You can do this, Hazel,” I whispered to myself as I packed my suitcase. “For Jinny.”
I knew I had to be strong for my girl.
When I finally stood at her doorstep in the USA, my heart raced.
I hadn’t told her I was coming, wanting to surprise her. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
When Jinny opened the door, her eyes widened in disbelief. “Mom?” she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
“Jinny, my sweet girl,” I said, pulling her into a tight embrace. I could feel her trembling, a mix of joy and relief washing over her. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until we fix this,” I said.
