EVANGELINE
I was confused by Alex’s reaction.
I’d expected him to yell at me and call me a liar or to accuse me of being jealous of Margaret. What I hadn’t expected was for him to actually turn to me and act like I was making some sort of sense.
“Answer the damn question, Eva,” he snapped. “Who did it belong to?”
“A girl in an orphanage. I didn’t know her long,” I lied. “I remember the necklace because she had told me that it was a family heirloom. She said it belonged to her mother and was passed down to her.”
“Where is this orphanage?” he asked, hands crossed over his chest.
“I don’t know.”
“You can’t tell me that you don’t know the orphanage where your friend lived.”
“Leave me alone, Alex, okay? You’re not going to use me to do whatever investigation you want. If you want to f
