Laura Lowell sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging a throw pillow, completely devoid of the airs of a celebrity.
She looked at Sierra Quinn. Her first impression was that the girl probably wasn't a liar.
But you could never judge a book by its cover.
Besides, believing her would be the same as admitting that Yvonne Sloan was the one who had harmed her.
"I'm not planning to report you to the police. Whether you did this or not, I hope you're a good person. Don't cry."
Laura Lowell leaned over the coffee table, picked up a tissue, and handed it to her.
Sierra Quinn took the tissue and kept wiping the tears from her face. "LoriaLaura, thank you. I know you don't believe me, but I really didn't harm you."
The girl's voice was frail and weak. She had no way of proving her innocence.
"Alright, you can go now."
"Thank you, LoriaLaura."
Sierra Quinn stood up from the sofa, bowed to Laura Lowell, and then left.
