Makeup untouched.
Posture elegant.
And that small, satisfied smile resting at the corner of her lips.
Two police officers stood beside her.
“She st0le from us,” Vivian announced smoothly. “My grandmother’s jewelry. I found several antique pieces hidden inside her backpack.”
Maya’s eyes were swollen from crying, but she never yelled. Never cursed. She just kept staring at me while repeating the same desperate sentence.
“Mr. Sterling, I didn’t do this. I swear I didn’t. I was outside with the boys.”
Ethan—the quieter twin—was shaking so badly his entire body trembled. Caleb, always louder and more emotional, grabbed onto one officer’s belt with both tiny hands.
“Don’t take Maya!” he screamed through tears. “She didn’t do anything wrong!”
I owned a network of private medical facilities across Pennsylvania and Maryland. I was used to solving disasters with one phone call.
Money.
Influence.
Attorneys.
Connections.
