When I caught my sister-in-law, Iris, secretly tossing out my brother Donny’s beloved Hawaiian shirts instead of packing them like she promised, I knew I had to act quickly. Rather than confront her, I stayed calm, offered her a cup of coffee, and volunteered to take out the trash. Quietly, I rescued the shirts from the bag and stashed them in my car. She had no idea I was onto her—and I wasn’t about to let it go.

Donny and Iris were moving to Oklahoma, and I’d stopped by to help them pack. While walking through the nearly empty house, I saw Iris stuffing his loud floral shirts—his absolute favorites—into a trash bag. She had told Donny she would pack them, but clearly had other plans. I smiled, acted like I didn’t notice, and slipped the shirts out later when no one was looking.

That weekend, we threw them a surprise housewarming party. Donny greeted guests in a plain T-shirt, disappointed because the airline had supposedly “lost” his shirts. Iris avoided eye contact the entire time. When it came time for gifts, I handed Donny a framed photo of him grinning in one of his favorite shirts.

Then I pulled out the real surprise: one by one, I revealed the rescued shirts. Donny’s face lit up. Iris’s? Pure shock. Later, she pulled me aside and asked if I’d seen her throw them out. I just smiled and said, “Did you see how happy he was?” She ended up confessing and apologizing in front of everyone. Donny just laughed and said, “I love my shirts—but I love you more.”