A spark of worry hit me. “What about Grandma and Grandpa? Or Aunt Talia? Did they give you anything?”

“They gave me money,” she whispered, her voice quieter.

I smiled warmly. “That’s awesome, Mina! What’ll you buy?”

Her face fell, and she fiddled nervously with her blanket. “It’s gone.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning closer, heart racing.

Her voice dropped low. “Lenna took it. She said I had too many gifts. She used it for groceries because Christmas dinner cost a lot.”

My stomach twisted. “All of it?”

She nodded, tears in her eyes. “I had three hundred dollars, but Lenna said I wouldn’t spend it right.”

I stared, anger rising. My sweet sister. Three hundred dollars. Stolen.