I had difficulties understanding the things I’d heard. Did Miranda refuse to be a thief right before my eyes?I held her hand gently and asked, “Miranda, what do you mean by that?”She was crying as if she were grieving; calm, demure, silent... Tears ran down her cheeks effortlessly.“Miranda?” I asked compassionately, “What happened? Tell me.”“Do you trust me, Emily?” she asked then, desperately, afraid the answer would be no. “Would you trust me with your property?” she asked after.“Miranda, I don’t know who hurt you, honey, but I’ve never doubted your integrity.” I held her hand. “We are Arquettes; we don’t lower ourselves to something like that.”Especially Miranda’s dad, my uncle James, would sacrifice his own life for his pride.“Emily!” she said, holding me as she burst into tears. The agony she felt was raw and naked.“Miranda, tell me now, what happened?” I said. “I will do my best to get you out of it if you’re in trouble. I will do my best to get you justice if you were w
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