her mouth, then closed it again.
For a moment, I thought she might finally tell us something honest.
Instead, she looked at the floor.
“I didn’t think you’d install cameras.”
That was her mistake.
She hadn’t said she was sorry for hurting us.
She hadn’t apologized for the fear and frustration she’d caused.
She was upset because she had been caught.
I opened the door a little wider, making it clear that the conversation was over.
“The police have the footage, Kelsie. If you have something to explain, you can
