Her face shifted — confusion, fear, then anger. “Wait… are you accusing me, Dad?”
“I don’t want to. But I saw someone in a gray hoodie.”
“My gray hoodie,” she said, opening her closet. Empty hangers. “It’s been missing for two days.”
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Something cold settled in my chest. I stormed downstairs. “Avery’s hoodie has been missing.”
Marisa didn’t flinch. “So?”