Chapter Nighty- Four

“Why are your filthy hands in Jessica’s bag?”

Emily flared, voice resonating through the whole room. Ryan remained still like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes were widened and his lips formed an ‘o’ shape still in shock fromt he roar of her voice.

Emily’s sudden outburst attravted attention from Jessica and Turner who internally cursed at Ryan.

Jessica rushed to the living room, finding Ryan sitting suspiciously close to her purse. She snatched it from the couch, eyes narrowed at said man.

“Don’t tell me you were trying to steal from me?” She accused, a scoff leaving her lips. She began to rummage through her purse trying to check if anything at all went missing.

“I wasn’t stealing,” Ryan spoke, his eyes searching the house looking for a reasonable excuse to give. His eyes caught the device fit snugly in her hands, and sighed to himself.

“Jess, didn’t I warn you? This puppet? I’m still trying to understand why you went back to him. And why my father all of a sudden decided to