My Neighbors Greedy Children Framed Me For Grand Theft But They Forgot The One Secret Camera That Caught Their Every Move

At the police station, the air was thick with skepticism. The detectives laid out the facts: I had unrestricted access to the house, I was the last person to see her alive, and the stolen property was physically inside my bag. Every word I spoke sounded like a desperate lie, even to my own ears. But as the panic began to swallow my reason, a flicker of a memory surfaced from the fog of the funeral. I remembered the reception—how I had been so busy greeting guests and handing out programs that I had left my purse unattended on a velvet chair in the corner of the parlor for nearly twenty minutes.