A couple of days later, I was resting on the living room sofa when I accidentally knocked my phone onto the floor.
As I carefully leaned down to retrieve it, something shiny caught my eye beneath the sofa. It was a small gold earring with a green stone.
“Where’d you find it?”
I picked it up and examined it. It wasn’t mine, and Hannah certainly didn’t own anything like it.
My daughter’s warning immediately came back to me.
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When Wesley walked into the room, I held up the earring.
“Do you know whose this is?”
He stopped. For a split second, his expression changed.
Then he shrugged.
His expression changed.
“No idea. Where’d you find it?”
“Under the sofa.”
“Maybe one of Hannah’s friends lost it. Or someone who visited.”
“Wesley, Hannah’s friends are twelve. They don’t usually wear jewelry that looks this expensive.”
