Eleanor's POV
The whispers were a venomous hiss in my ears. "Who is she?" "So violent." "To do that to her own sick sister…" I stood frozen, my hands clenched at my sides, trapped in the center of this grotesque play.
"Where is it, Eleanor? Where's the locket?" Dickson demanded.
"This is insane!" Mira burst out, stepping forward. "She didn't push anyone! And I didn't see any locket on her! Not when she walked over, not when she was talking, nothing!"
But her defense was lost in the rising tide of judgment. The crowd had already decided.
Suddenly, Scarlet's voice cut through the noise, laced with false concern. "Now, now, what's causing all this commotion? We can't have such a scene."
All eyes turned to her. Dickson immediately pointed a trembling finger at me. "She's the one! She pushed my wife, her own sister, and stole her medicine locket!"
