I told him not to wait up, but he barely looked up from the game on TV. “Drive safe,” he mumbled. Lila, our regular babysitter and Owen’s favorite person who kept him busy in the evenings while I cooked, was lounging on the couch, scrolling her phone.
She glanced up. “Can I go, or do you need me to stay late?”
“Maybe. Ask Silas,” I said, faking a smile.
When I stepped outside, Hannah’s car was in the driveway. She sat in the driver’s seat, sipping an iced coffee. “Okay, what’s going on?” she asked as I climbed in and shut the door.
“I think Silas is hiding something.”
Hannah’s brows shot up. “Like… hiding what? Stolen goods?
Another woman?”
I winced. “I don’t know. Owen saw him with some woman in a blue car.
He said she let Silas drive.”
“Wow.” Hannah leaned back. “That’s bad… so, what’s the plan?”
“We follow him.”
Hannah gave me a long look before grinning. “I’m in!
Silas is done for!”
We parked far enough from the house to stay hidden but close enough to see any movement in the front yard. Not ten minutes later, as expected, Silas left the house, carrying a small box under his arm. It looked like a jewelry box, the kind for something valuable.
My heart sank as I wondered if it was a gift for her. “What’s in the box?” Hannah whispered for no reason. “No idea.
But I’m finding out.”
A sleek blue car pulled up. A woman with dark curly hair stepped out, smiling as she handed Silas the keys. Then she slid into the passenger seat while my husband took the wheel.
Silas didn’t leave with Lila, so I assumed she was staying to watch Owen. “That’s her,” I said, my voice low. “Follow them.
Keep your distance.”
Hannah nodded, her face serious for once. We trailed them through winding streets, staying two cars behind. They drove through downtown before pulling into the parking lot of a modern office building.
Silas and the woman got out. She adjusted her coat, and my husband carefully held the box. “I’m going in,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.
Hannah grabbed my arm. “Wait. Are you crazy?”
“Probably.
But I need to know what’s happening.”
Hannah nodded. “I’ll be right here, no matter what. Call if you need me, okay?”
“Thanks, Han,” I said, squeezing her hand before stepping out.
Inside, I followed them quietly, my heart pounding. They disappeared behind a door labeled Private Office. Peering through the narrow glass panel, I saw the woman open a laptop.
Silas carefully opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with intricate gold patterns and a small sapphire in the center. It looked old. Priceless.
He looked serious as he handed the box to her. She studied the necklace, nodded, and started typing quickly. I stepped back, my mind spinning.
Was he giving her jewelry? Was he cheating?! Confused and shaken by what I saw, I moved away from the door.
I needed answers now. But Silas suddenly opened the door, and I stepped in front of him. “Care to explain?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He froze. His eyes widened. “What are you doing here?!” he asked, shocked.
“I could ask you the same. Who is she? Why do you have that necklace?”
He glanced back nervously.
“Let’s talk outside.”
Back in Hannah’s car, Silas let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples. We’d asked Hannah for privacy, and she went inside the building, saying, “I’ll snoop around and watch that woman.”
“It’s not what you think,” he started. “Oh, it never is.
So explain.”
“That necklace was my mom’s. One of the last things she gave me.”
“Then why are you giving it to her?”
“I’m not. I was going to sell it.”
I blinked.
“Sell it? Why?”
Silas’s shoulders slumped. “It’s your mom.
When her medical bills started piling up a few years ago, I took out a loan to help. I didn’t want you to stress, so I kept it quiet. I thought I could handle it, but the interest got out of control.
The woman you saw — Nora — is a financial advisor. She’s helping me figure it out.”
My anger faded, replaced by guilt as I realized why she looked so professional. The typing made sense now.
“Silas… why didn’t you tell me?”
He stared at the dashboard. “Because it’s my job to protect our family. You’ve been so stressed with Owen and your mom.
I thought I could manage.”
Tears filled my eyes. “Silas, we’re a team. You don’t have to do this alone.”
His voice cracked.
“I thought selling the necklace was the only way.”
I shook my head. “No. We’ll work it out together.”
Over the next few weeks, we teamed up to find a solution and made changes.
I insisted on taking extra shifts at my part-time job. We cut back on extra spending. To my surprise, Nora was kind and helpful, assisting us in restructuring the loan for affordable payments.
Oh, and the driving thing — Nora explained that too. She often used the travel time to review papers or prepare notes for their meetings. Letting Silas drive let her focus on work without distractions, making their time efficient and ensuring they were ready for discussions.
And Silas kept the necklace. I told him to save it for Owen — a piece of our family’s history he could pass down as a reminder of the love and sacrifices that shaped our family. Looking back, it’s strange how a child’s innocent comment about a “secret car” could have torn us apart.
Instead, it brought us closer. Our life isn’t perfect, but we have each other. And that’s more than enough.
