For my birthday, I received a delicate gold bracelet with no card or return address. I assumed it was from my husband, but he was just as confused as I was. Friends denied sending it, so I shrugged it off and wore it to a family gathering a week later—until my sister-in-law spotted it and went deathly pale.
She grabbed my wrist and whispered, “That’s impossible,” before showing me photos on her phone. The bracelet was identical to one she’d just discovered her husband had bought—for someone else. In that moment, the mystery gift stopped being sweet and became a warning none of us expected.
