Not a Word
“Misty, where did you get this ring?” Andrea asked as calmly as she could muster. “Um, I bought it for myself at a pawn shop a few months ago,” Misty tried to stammer out. As Andrea stared at her, Misty tried to hold it together. But Andrea wouldn’t back down. She began to ask Misty more and more questions. Maybe she’d been able to hold her own in front of Sandra or the police officers, but Andrea knew everything about her dad, and she wouldn’t let Misty pull a fast one on her.