Chapter 20: Miscalculation

Stella’s POV

She said what?

I blinked, not sure I’d heard right.

“Call the police,” Freya repeated, her voice clear, cutting through the hum of whispers like a blade. “Let them check for fingerprints.”

I nearly dropped my fork.

From where I sat, I could see the shock ripple through the cafeteria. Even the manager looked stunned. He opened his mouth like he might object again—but then closed it, uncertain.

I leaned back slightly, my posture calm, but inside, my stomach twisted.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

She was supposed to panic. Cry. Get flustered and beg for a second chance. She was supposed to make a scene that made her look guilty. The whole cafeteria would see her as a thief, and the manager would fire her on the spot. Clean. Easy. Done.

But now?

Now everyone was looking at her like she might actually be the victim.