"You're fired, Jennie. Collect your things and go. Now. Just be thankful he's not pressing charges. I can't believe you did this. After all this time? Stealing from our customers is just so low. If you were in trouble, you only needed to say. Now please, go."
Jennie had been accused of being many things in life. A beloved daughter, a loyal friend, a hardworking colleague, but now? Now she stood accused of something unbelievable. A thief.
Tom hadn't meant to leave his backpack lying under the table. Distracted by the usual mele that surrounded his every move these days, he'd been jostled out of the cafe and into a taxi. On its return, he finds not everything he put into it, still there.
So begins a spiral that Jennie could never have imagined. Clearing her name will take more than just detective work. It will take love and trust.
Her tears.
Happy or sad? Relief or fear? Love or despair? So many emotions reflected in those tiny droplets.
Something Regan Hathaway had refused to allow herself. Until now.
His Tears.
Frustration or desolation? Broken or accepting? Tom watched the audience as he stood, tears streaming down his face. A hundred pairs of eyes looked back. He saw only one. The pair that were filled with their own. The pair that were filled with pain.
Who was she? Why was she crying? Could he help? He knew he had to find out.