I can’t do that, obviously. But I can do something.
The silence feels like an anchor weighing me down. All eyes are on me. But I’m used to that.
One isn’t raised a Barons without becoming accustomed to the spotlight.
I turn to my grandmother—the only person I know who rivals Savannah in bravery and attitude. “Vince didn’t take it,” I say.
There are gasps, and I think one of them might have come from Savannah.
She thinks I’m going to rat her out.
My heart drops along with my stomach. But I still manage to say it. “I did.”