I stared at her.
“Ma’am?”
Then she looked directly at me.
“I think Stan took it.”
The room exploded.
“Of course he did,” Bradley sneered.
“We warned you,” Vivian said coldly. “You let these people get too comfortable.”
These people.
Those words hurt even more than the accusation.
I tried to defend myself.
“Mrs. Whitmore, I would never—”
For a split second, our eyes met.
Something was there.
Fear.
A warning.