NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“What?! No! I’m not a shoplifter…I didn’t steal anything.” I yelled, my throat hurting with each word, but I did not care. My head hurt even more, the feel of a bang going off multiple times inside, but I knew I could not pause. Just then, three security guards rushed forward, along with multiple staff.“We heard someone yell Shoplifter, and the alarms went off. What is going on?” one of the guards asked, his broad, hefty shoulders terrifying. He glared between Claire and me, who still latched onto me as if I were a flight risk.“This girl is a thief. She stole two limited edition earrings from my desk….the very ones our lifetime buyer bought!” she said, her lies rolling off her tongue.“You’re lying! I swear, I didn't steal anything.” I turned to the guard. For a second, the hard look in his eyes wavered. He stared at me with a soft, fatherly gaze, as if he believed me or wanted to believe me. My heart lurched to my throat, beating a mile a minute as I stared at
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