But nobody seemed interested in hearing anything beyond that.
Eventually, she was allowed to go home.
She returned to her small apartment exhausted and broken.
For years, she had believed that honesty would protect her.
That night, she realized it wasn’t always enough.
A few days later, a court summons arrived.
Someone had officially accused her of stealing the necklace.
The story spread quickly through the neighborhood.
People whispered when Clara walked past them.
Some avoided looking at her.
Others stared openly.
The woman who had spent years helping everyone around her was suddenly known as “the thief who stole from the Hamilton family.”
Clara felt completely alone.
But there was one person she couldn’t stop thinking about.
Idan.
She missed his little voice.
She missed the way he used to run toward her when she entered the kitchen.
Most of all, she missed his hugs.
Then, one afternoon, someone knocked on her door.
