Her regret, his torment

me is Lauren Short. My ID is in my purse. Just

es. Both woman stand about 5 and half feet. You had to look closely to see the minor differences. Lauren had a pale ring of blue around her pupil and Kaitlyn had smaller lips. Lauren was more fair of skin, since s

well I thought we, I mean you were the one I was ma

g he said to Kaitlyn was a lie. He was planning on taking

posed to be at work?" Kaitlyn was too s

gnize you as a cousin, I will never c

or not. And this is also my home, or it was

ng to you. It was left to me by MY mother, who got it from her parents, and my father, who never claimed

d necklace. She looks closer and sees that Kaitlyn is wearing the entire set, necklace, earrings, an

you get my mother's j

randmother, too. It should be

and forth, suddenly realize there's a serious problem. They n

is jewelry belongs to you?"

e appraisal reports for everything in

how me?" he

and pushed a button hidden behind it. The bookcase slides to the left, exposing a large, elaborate safe. The officer whistles in admiration. He's seen this kind of sa

enters a 10 digit passcode, which opens another door. In this door is a scanner, k

afe and see if anything else i

ed up. There are clothes scattered around the room. Her closet door is open and several of her most expensive evening gowns ar

tion was in a file in my office and the key was well hidd

e found it either. Lauren pulls out different sized velvet jewelry boxes. The officer opens each one, compared it the appraisal list, and checks it off. Through this method it's discovered, aside from what Kaitlyn is wearing, there are 2 brace

en them out and placed them so

ake anything out. The necklace was there then for sure, because i almost wore it, but I had to change my dress a

es of the safe and appraisal report. Then pictures of the scattered clothes and messy bed. Even the used condom in the trash. Then he gathered th