Mamie really didn’t want to bother Dorothea. She just didn’t have any other options. She’d only just come back to the country, didn’t know many people, and the so-called experts she’d found online hadn’t impressed her at all.
Dorothea, though, always seemed to know someone. Maybe she could help. Mamie couldn’t possibly ask her adoptive parents about this. At this point, friends were all she had.
“I have a classmate who’s in that field. Her advisor is pretty well-known, actually.”
“Thank you, Dorothea.”
Dorothea laughed. “Don’t thank me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Still, I need you to keep this just between us.”
Dorothea nodded. “Of course.”
She reached out to her classmate right away and sent Mamie the contact info, then headed off to the police station.
Dorothea didn’t expect to run into Elise there again.
One of the officers offered her a sympathetic smile. “Your mother provided a letter of understanding. You might not agree with it, but as Bertha’s aunt, her opinion carries weight. We checked the invoice you gave us. Since it’s a pair of rings, we’re valuing each at a hundred and fifty thousand. That qualifies as a major amount, so we can move forward with prosecution. The video you submitted is solid evidence of the theft, but technically, the stolen property has been returned.”
Dorothea understood exactly what that meant. Most likely, there would be a reduced sentence, maybe even some leniency.
“She confessed, too.”
Dorothea shot Elise a glance. “Officer, I cut ties with her ages ago. It was even in the papers.”
“But you’re still related by blood.”
“Fine, I get it. Just do what you have to do.”
Elise met Dorothea’s eyes and realized this letter had finally, completely ended whatever was left of their relationship.
Did she regret it? Elise couldn’t handle her father’s pressure, and Bertha was still her niece. She couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. She knew she was at fault. “Dorothea…”
“Don’t say my name.” Dorothea’s voice was ice-cold. “Just seeing you makes my skin crawl.”
A sharp pain pricked Elise’s heart, but she told herself it was alright. She still had Alonzo. Losing a daughter was a price she could live with.
…
Dorothea left the station, weighed down and quiet. Latham’s car was waiting right outside.
“You heard?”

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