Black Card
R.C.BRIE15bounce when she walksi can't stop staring at her tttt faceshe took the house, the car, and my hearther voice was full of money
She reached out instinctively, intending to retrieve the card—but before her fingers could even brush it, the man shoved her hand away.
Pain shot through her wrist.
She gasped, staring at him in shock.
“Did you think it would be that easy?” he said harshly. “You stole a card and tried to use it. You’re a fraud.”
The words hit her like a slap. Fear. Panic. Humiliation. They all crashed into her at once.
Her head dropped, unable to face the accusing eyes surrounding her. The murmurs grew louder, heavier, suffocating.
“Please… I’m not what you think,” she pleaded, her voice trembling as tears spilled over. “I didn’t steal anything. Please just let me go…”