David watched her face. Beneath the bravado, he saw the raw, bleeding truth. She wasn’t a thief. She was a girl drowning in the shallow end of the pool, and the boy who promised to teach her to swim was too busy leveling up a digital avatar to notice she was going under.

She slipped the chain over her head. The locket settled against her collarbone, glinting in the dim light. For a moment, she looked like a child playing dress-up. Then her expression hardened.

Jenny turned the locket over in her palm. “He said he’d call me at ten. It’s almost midnight. He’s playing video games. He always chooses the game.” She took a shaky breath. “So tonight, I choose me.”