Suddenly I remembered something. Marisa had joked once about how “old-school” I was for having a personal safe. And she’d insisted we install a security camera “for safety” because my neighborhood was “quiet, but you never know.”
Suddenly I remembered something.
I pulled out my phone and opened the camera app — the one Marisa had set up. I scrolled through the archived footage. And there it was.
A few minutes before the hooded figure entered my bedroom, the camera caught Marisa in the hallway… holding Avery’s gray hoodie.
Everything inside me just froze as I played the next clip.
Everything inside me just froze as I played the next clip.
Marisa was entering my room, opening my dresser, and crouching at the safe. And then, she was holding something up to the camera with a small, triumphant smile.
Money.
I turned the phone toward her. “Explain this.”
Marisa’s face drained of color, then hardened like a concrete setting.
She was holding something up to the camera
with a small, triumphant smile.
“You don’t understand,” she snapped. “I was trying to save you.”
“By framing my daughter? By stealing from me? Are you insane?”
“She’s NOT your daughter,” Marisa hissed.
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