A thought crept into my mind, and it was too hard to ignore. Clara. It had to be her. She was the only one who could’ve taken them, or at least convinced them to give everything to her.

A fresh wave of anger surged through me. I threw another item aside. What did it matter anymore? What difference did it make if Clara had taken what was mine or if they’d just given everything to her? They obviously didn’t care about me anymore.

I was done.