From time to time, laughter could be heard from home. It was peaceful.
But I didn't dare to relax.
It was getting closer to the Christmas Gala. Every time I thought of it, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest and I couldn't breathe.
Since I was working at home today, I sat at the desk and stretched.
I went to the cloakroom to check the dresses and jewelry for the Christmas Gala. As soon as I opened the cabinet, I found that the box containing the jewelry had been moved.
I had always been obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had my own way of arranging jewelry, and even Frank did not know it.
Because of privacy, there was no surveillance camera installed in the cloakroom.
I counted and found that no jewelry was missing, but two bracelets and one ring were placed in the opposite direction.
"Bonnie."
"Mrs. Jones, what's wrong?"
Bonnie was cleaning the living room with sweat on her forehead.
"You touched my jewelry box?"
Ms. Dale had been at my place for two years. She only went in to clean up when I was around. I trusted her.
She was the only suspect.
As soon as I finished speaking, there was an awkward silence.
"What's wrong?"