“Why would you still have the ring?” Shawn asked, shaking his head.
“Listen, bro, I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I put it in one of my drawers, and then it just stayed there. I had forgotten that it was there until I was trying to figure out what was taken. It’s not like I took it out every day and missed her. I hate that bitch,” I explained, starting to get a little heated. Calm down.
Shawn felt bad for asking after my reaction. His facial expression showed remorse. “Sorry, bro. I just don’t understand. So, it was Kimberly? Why would she steal it? What does she want with her ring?”
I shook my head because I immediately went back to the interrogation room, being face to face with her. The sound of my palms hitting the table and echoing against the walls. Her response to me. It made me sick to my stomach. “She was best friends with Kelsey.”
They both gasped. The look of betrayal on their faces was enough. I knew they understood what I was going through right now. It was silent for the next couple of minutes. Everyone trying to process what happened exactly.
“Well, I am about to make dinner. Do you want to stay?” she asked.
Shit. I do, but I wanted to take Lacey out. Maybe now was a good time to tell Abigail and Shawn about our recent date. “So, about that, I have dinner plans with Lacey.” A huge smile swept across my face when she spun around and looked at me with her eyes huge.
“Lacey? Like the Bahamas, Lacey? Did you guys get back together? When?” She continued questioning me.
My sister really liked Lacey. I knew she would be excited for me to be back with her. Even though we were never together. Our secret. “Yes, your Lacey. And last night actually.”
She jumped up in the air and screamed, “Yes!” She couldn’t contain her excitement. “Go ahead and bring her here. I would love to see her!”
I smiled because she understood. It was going to be so easy to have a girlfriend my sister liked.
I pulled out my phone.
Me: Hey, you got plans for dinner? I’m at Abigail’s. She invited you for dinner. Say yes?
Lacey: Abigail doesn’t hate me? Of course, I’ll come. When do I need to be ready?
Me: Now, but I’ll be there to pick you up in 20.