After a momentary pause, I mustered the words to respond.
"It's a fake," I admitted.
Officer Beckham acknowledged my statement with a slight nod, his gaze fixated on the counterfeit diary resting on the table before us.
"Of course, we were able to confirm that much," he affirmed.
His eyes shifted back to meet mine, and the intensity within them seemed to deepen, causing a shiver to crawl down my spine.
"But what strikes us as peculiar is that Pauline's parents claimed she didn't even know she had a diary when we asked about it. So, Belinda, I want to know why you had the fake version of the so-called diary. I know you two weren't friend's ," Officer Beckham pressed, his words coated with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
My lips tightened in response as I grappled with the tr
