“It’s me!”
I shouted the words loud and clear, my heart racing. Just yesterday, I told my two closest colleagues to call the police if any strangers came looking for trouble at the office.
“Kaelyn, are you sure you want to do this? Calling the cops is just asking for trouble,” Jasmine stammered, her facade cracking for a moment before she switched to a pleading
tone.
Joziah was nearly frantic. “Stealing 300 thousand isn’t just some childish game, Kaelyn. You can’t talk your way out of this. Hurry and tell the officers it’s all a misunderstanding, and-”
“Get lost!”
I shoved past the people blocking my way and strode straight to the police, ready to lay everything out.
“I called the police. My cousin Jasmine stole 300 thousand meant for my grandmother’s surgery and framed me for it. She’s been pressuring me to pay her back and causing a scene at my workplace!”
Joziah grabbed my arm. “Kaelyn, stop being so stubborn. Why do you always pin your mistakes on Jasmine?”
I shook him off, my patience wearing thin. “Cut the crap! The cops are right here. They’ll figure out who actually stole the money!”
Then, I turned to the officers and continued, “Officers, there are cameras at my grandmother’s house. If you check the footage, you’ll see who actually took the money.”
The officers nodded and asked my aunt and Jasmine for the footage.
My aunt’s gaze shifted nervously. She rambled on, avoiding the request to produce the footage.
The older officer frowned, raising his voice as he demanded, “If you refuse to show the
footage, are you admitting, as this young lady claims, that your daughter is the actual thief?
