Sara's POV
“No!” Morgan blurted out with so much intensity as she glared right into my eyes, her fists clenching tightly by her sides.
I could see it in her eyes—she was scared of being found, of being caught. But to free myself from the mess and doom she was trying to drag me into, I had to do this. I had to do what was right.
Going to her house was the only way to prove my innocence. She was slow, and this time, I'd beat her at her game.
“Stop this madness, Sara! I know you don't like me, but that doesn't give you the right to want to search my house! Are you, in some way, trying to call me a thief? A traitor?” she snapped furiously, a flicker of fear and uncertainty wrapped around her being.
A sneer formed on my lips as I watched her rage. “If you aren't guilty, why don't you let m
