At that moment, my heart felt like it was being stabbed.
"Zackary, you don't believe me either, do you?" I asked.
He didn't say a word.
His silence was like a slow torture, cutting through my heart. My world turned gray.
Carrie had insulted my parents, and he said nothing. Now she was accusing me of stealing his things, and he still said nothing.
It turned out that in his eyes, my family and I were so worthless.
I loved Zackary for ten years. They said time would tell everything, I thought he knew me well enough to know I wouldn't take his things.
My once-firm belief crumbled in an instant.
The whole world turned gray.
Seeing my pale face, Carrie thought she had hit the mark and gloated, "If you haven't taken Zackary's things, open your backpack and suitcase and show us. If you don't dare, it means you're guilty."
"Why should I?" I shot back.
I had lost my loved ones, and I was heartbroken. Why should I continue to let them bully me?
Carrie turned to Zackary and said, "See, she's guilty. Go inside and check if the bank card and valuable items are still there. If they're not, it must be Norma who took them."
Zackary gave me a look, signaling me to do as Carrie said.