_Leah's POV_
I held my breath. My was stomach twisting as I watched the security footage on the small monitor. Every second felt like an hour, and I tried to keep calm. Just as the footage reached the moment I dreaded, the fitting room, another customer appeared, blocking the camera’s view. I couldn’t believe my luck. For a few precious seconds, the necklace was hidden from sight, tucked safely in my hand.
Susan sighed heavily and crossed her arms. “I really thought we would find it here. I don't know where to look for it.”
Tariq’s gaze stayed on the screen. “We’ll figure it out, Mother. Someone must have taken it,” he said slowly while casting a sharp glance at me.
I met his eyes, trying to look calm, as if I had nothing to hide. “It’s strange that it’s just…gone,” I said, pretending
