Kiara’s pulse quickened, but she kept her expression neutral. “Not what I think? Then what is it, Ethan? You just ‘came across’ it? Where, exactly?” She let the silence stretch, her unwavering gaze forcing him to answer. The air between them was thick with tension.
Ethan leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Alright,” he admitted, his tone laced with frustration. “I didn’t buy it from a store. I took it. But it wasn’t a big deal—it was just lying there, like no one even cared about it. I didn’t hurt anyone, Kiara.”