Another Broken Trust

Imogene Scott

“She stole it,” I whisper, the words barely audible even to myself.

My mind races, a mix of confusion and anger bubbling to the surface. How could she do this? How could she take what’s mine and pass it off as her own?

I can’t wrap my head around the fact that she actually stole my work. My heart thumps and my pulse quickens. I glance at Keith, who’s watching the ad with a neutral expression. My hands clench into fists in my lap. I feel a wave of nausea rise in my throat, a sickening realization of the fact that this woman I used to look up to and trusted could actually stab me in the back.

As the ad ends and the lights come back up, I can’t move, can’t speak. All I can do is sit there, reeling from the shock of what I’ve just seen. And what to do next.

Keith turns to me, clearly expecting some reaction. “What did you think?”

I force myself to swallow the lump in my throat. “That’s mine. She stole my work.”

I rise to my feet and dint wait for Keith to respo