About an hour later, Hector returned with a tablet.
“Any visitors?”
“My dad. And his wife. Celeste.”
Hector nodded. “We can check hallway footage. Entry logs.”
My heart started pounding again. Not panic. Focus.
“Yes,” I said. “Please.”
About an hour later, Hector returned with a tablet. His face was careful.
And then Celeste appeared. Alone.
“We have footage,” he said.
I swallowed. “Show me.”
He turned the tablet toward me.
Hallway outside my room. Time stamp.
And then Celeste appeared. Alone.
She looked left and right like she knew exactly what she was doing. She slipped into my room.
“If she refuses, law enforcement gets involved.”
A few minutes later, she came out smoothing her shirt, clutching something small, and tucked it into her purse.
I went cold.
Hector’s voice was gentle. “I’m sorry.”
It wasn’t just the theft. It was the nerve. The way she’d smiled at my grief and blamed “nurses.”
“What happens now?”
Hector said, “You can file a police report. We can request that the item be returned. If she refuses, law enforcement gets involved.”
I made my voice shaky and trusting.
I nodded. “I want witnesses. And I want her to look at me when she realizes she’s caught.”
Hector studied me. “We can have a charge nurse nearby. I’ll stay close.”
“Don’t come in right away,” I said. “I need her comfortable.”
Hector nodded. “Understood.”
I called Celeste.
I made my voice shaky and trusting.
At 4:45, my best friend Mia arrived.
“Celeste,” I whispered, “I need your help.”
“Oh honey,” she said instantly. “Are you okay?”
“I think I know which nurse took my earrings,” I said. “But I need you there so I don’t accuse the wrong person. Can you come to my room at five?”
A pause. I could hear her tasting freedom and a sense of control.
Then she said, warm as syrup, “Of course. We’ll handle it.”
Hector and a charge nurse named Talia stayed just outside.
At 4:45, my best friend Mia arrived. She took one look at my face and said, “It’s Celeste.”
I nodded.
Mia’s jaw clenched. “Say the word.”
“You’re my witness,” I said. “Sit there. Look harmless.”
Mia sat. “I was born harmless. It’s a curse.”
Hector and a charge nurse named Talia stayed just outside.
Then she saw me sitting upright, calm.
At 4:58, I pulled the video up on my phone. Brightness max. Volume on.
At 4:59, I heard heels in the hallway.
At exactly five, Celeste walked in. Scarf. Lip gloss. Starbucks cup. Like she was arriving to judge a baking competition.
Then she saw me sitting upright, calm. Mia in the corner. My phone on the tray table.
Her smile twitched.
“What is this?” she said.
“I was protecting them.”
I tapped the screen. The video played.
Celeste watched herself enter my room on-screen. Celeste watched herself leave with my earrings.
Her face drained of color.
“That’s not,” she started. “That’s. I can explain.”
“Oh? Then go ahead.”
Celeste lifted her chin. “I was protecting them.”
“You were unconscious. Anyone could have stolen them.”
Mia let out a short laugh. “From who? Your purse?”
Celeste snapped toward her. “Who are you?”
“My friend,” I said. “My witness.”
Celeste’s voice went sharp. “You’re really doing this. Over jewelry.”
I stared at her. “Over my mother.”
She blinked fast. “You were unconscious. Anyone could have stolen them.”
“Grief is making you unstable.”
“So you did,” I said. “And then you blamed the nurses.”
Celeste’s mouth tightened. “I was going to give them back.”
“When?” I asked. “After you watched me panic?”
She stepped closer. “You’re being dramatic. Grief is making you unstable.”
I stayed still. “Give them back.”
“I don’t have them,” she snapped, too fast.
Ten minutes later, Dad arrived.
“That’s unfortunate,” I said. “Because security is outside. If the earrings aren’t returned immediately, a report is filed and police get called.”
Her eyes flashed. “You set me up.”
“I gave you a chance,” I said. “To tell the truth.”
Celeste spun toward the hallway. “I’m calling your father.”
“Please do,” I said.
Ten minutes later, Dad arrived with that frantic expression he wears when life felt out of control.
Dad watched Celeste enter my room.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
Celeste rushed to him. “She’s accusing me of stealing her earrings. She’s grieving and lashing out.”
Dad looked at me. “Is this true?”
I didn’t answer. I pressed play.
The video filled the room with proof.
Dad watched Celeste enter my room on-screen. Dad watched her leave.
“Did you take them?”
He stared at the timestamp like it might change if he blinked.
Then he looked at Celeste.
Celeste tried to smile. It looked painful. “I can explain.”
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