“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The officer leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. “That ring is a historical artifact. It was stolen from the Metropolitan Museum two years ago during a high-profile theft. It was part of a temporary exhibit featuring royal artifacts.”
Kiara’s heart leapt into her throat. “A… a stolen artifact?” she stammered, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know!” Her voice cracked as tears spilled down her cheeks. “I had no idea where Ethan got it! I thought it was just a gift—nothing more.”