But Mark made no move to intervene. If anything, he looked vaguely entertained by the unfolding drama.
“I did not take your wallet,” I stated, my voice remaining even.
Sienna tilted her head, a smug, knowing grin spreading across her face. “Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I take a look for myself.”
She gestured toward the large tote bag resting by my chair—the one I used to carry my laptop and various snacks for our nephew. I had opened it earlier to retrieve a phone charger, so the zipper was still partially retracted.
“By all means,” I said calmly. “Go ahead.”
Without a second of hesitation, Sienna reached into my bag. She rifled through my personal belongings with a look of exaggerated revulsion before triumphantly extracting a leather wallet—her wallet. She held it up like a trophy for the room to see.
“See?” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “I knew it.”
A heavy, shocked silence descended upon the table. My father-in-law’s brow furrowed in confusion. My mother-in-law instinctively covered her mouth with her hand. Even Evan went completely still, his mind clearly struggling to reconcile what he had just seen with the person he knew me to be.
Sienna’s smile only grew wider as she basked in the horrified quiet.
And that was the moment it happened.
