I don't know how I amassed the strength to get home last night. I even silently cried on the bus, making the old woman seated next to me ask me if there was anything wrong. I told her no. But I lied. Everything was wrong. What Trent had done was wrong. Accusing me of stealing a necklace was wrong. I have never been so humiliated before in my life. I have made a lot of mistakes and done a lot of wrongs but stealing? Me? Becca? Thief? I'll never forgive Trent for this. I will never forgive him.
I cried myself to sleep last night. I didn't even have supper. I just tossed the bag on the couch, shambled to my little bedroom and plonked on the bed and broke down tremendously, drenching my pillow in tears. I had started to like Trent. But what he did to me last night. The words he said to me. H
