“Mina, who gave you the money? Did you count it?”

“Grandma gave $100, Grandpa gave $100, and Aunt Talia gave $100. We counted at Grandma’s before we came home.”

“And Lenna took it?” I asked, voice tight.

“She said she’d keep it safe, but I never got it back,” Mina mumbled, staring at her hands.

My anger flared. How could she? How could an adult take money from an eight-year-old and call it “groceries”?

“Are you sure she used it for Christmas dinner?” I pressed, voice barely calm.