Jonathan looked at his mother as she cut the fruits. He glanced elsewhere when his nerves started acting up again. Once she was done, she placed the plate on the table and motioned him to sit. He did. He looked at her again when she returned the gaze this time.
“Tammy told me that she is sorry to you,” she said, causing Jonathan to be surprised. He blinked, unsure what to make of his mother’s words.
“For what? She was the one who blamed me for it,” he replied and clenched his fists under the table.
“Yes. Yes, she did. Because we found it in your room. I want to clear something. Something I should have done before acting rashly. Did you or did you not take their necklace?” she asked, making Jonathan’s brow knit. He sighed and shook his head.
“I did not,” he replied. His mother smiled a
