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“According to this phone, the timestamp on the message is 3:17 PM,” Andrea says, “At that time, Janetta was in this very room sewing the dress she tore.” Lance’s pupils suddenly dilate. “Did Janetta tear the dress?” he wonders, “If that’s true, Andrea didn’t really give it away—she just gave it to her sister to mend it.” With this thought, a ripple of happiness spreads from his heart through his body. He wants to hug and kiss Andrea. “Vanessa was applying a facial mask in her room. I was in the living room and Gabrielle was making a smoothie in the kitchen,” Andrea continues, “We all had witnesses who saw us. But where were you, Kathrine?” A bead of sweat appears on Katherine’s forehead and runs down to the tip of her nose. She doesn’t know how she can explain her way out of this—she