The second video was even harder to ignore. It showed security footage from my front porch on a day I had been at work.
Brianna unlocked my door with the spare key I’d trusted her with and walked out carrying a jewelry box that belonged to our late grandmother.
My mother gasped as she recognized the necklace Brianna claimed had disappeared years earlier.
The room erupted into whispers while Brianna desperately insisted the footage had been taken out of contex-
