"No, she couldn't have done it. I was with her the whole time, so when did she leave my sight, to go and steal the necklace? It's not even possible that she knew where the necklace is; she hasn't been here before. So, how would she know the safe room? Are you not seeing it? It is completely impossible that Maya did this. I don't know how the necklace had gotten into her bag, but she didn't do it. Perhaps someone else did," Adam was saying, and a tear slipped out, unaided, from my eyes.
A tear of appreciation. Appreciation for being loved and being stood up for.
He was speaking to his brothers whose line of sight matched mine then and held. They were starting to believe him.
But his father shook his head, his glaring cold eyes never leaving me, creating a sense of darkness within me.
I wouldn't be surprised if he was in on this set up. Because that is what it was. A set up.
