RONALD
“Lily has been looking for that everywhere.”
I didn’t respond immediately; I couldn’t. My mind was moving too fast, trying to connect things that didn’t make sense a few seconds ago but were starting to form a pattern I didn’t like.
“That night,” I said, my voice quieter now, my eyes still locked on the chain in my hand. “The party.”
Bella stilled, her shoulders tensed slightly, and her expression changed like she’d just given too much away.
“Was Lily the girl from that night?” I asked, feeling my heart thump against my rib cage vigorously.
She didn’t answer.
“Bella,” I pressed, my tone sharper now, “how did Lily’s necklace end up in my room?”
“I don’t know,” she said quickly, but it came out wrong and defensive. “Maybe she came in there at some point, I mean—”
“Stop,” I cu
