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~ Bella's POV
I walked into the living room with a glass of water and placed it in front of Mr. Donovan. He looked up, giving me a small nod of appreciation.
"Thank you, Miss Bella," he said, taking a sip. "Now, let's get straight to it. Tell me everything about Noah's case."
I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. "It….it happened years ago," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "Noah… he was just a kid. Sixteen. He made a mistake. He stole something….just a stupid little thing."
Mr. Donovan leaned forward, his eyes sharp but patient. "What did he steal?"
I inhaled deeply. "A watch. A damn watch from a store. It wasn't expensive, it wasn't fancy… but the owner made a big deal about it. Called the police right away."
"And then?" he pressed.