Her face shifted… first confusion , then fear, then anger. And that anger was so quintessentially Avery it almost broke me.
“Something’s missing from my safe.”
“Wait… are you accusing me, Dad?” she retorted.
“I don’t want to,” I said honestly. “I just need an explanation. Because I saw someone in a gray hoodie go into my room on the security footage.”
“Gray hoodie?” She stared at me for a long moment, then stood up and walked to her closet. She pulled out empty hangers, pushed aside jackets, then turned back to me.
“My gray hoodie,” she said. “The oversized one I wear all the time. It’s been missing for two days.”
I blinked. “What?”
She stared at me for a long moment,
then stood up and walked
to her closet.
“It disappeared, Dad. I thought I’d left it in the laundry. I thought maybe you washed it. But you didn’t. It’s just gone.”
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