Maya didn’t want to accuse anyone.
Especially Sam.
She kept saying the same thing.
“He wouldn’t steal it.”
But the missing envelope had been labeled with his name.
And the amount inside it matched the exact cost of his upcoming band trip.
Eventually, Maya agreed that the only way to resolve the mystery was to talk to him directly.
We approached Sam after rehearsal.
He immediately looked terrified.
Maya stepped forward.
“Sam, we need to ask you about something.”
He glanced at me.
Then at Maya.
“What?”
“The envelope.”
His face changed.
“What envelope?”
“The one with your name on it.”
Sam went completely silent.
Then, slowly, he reached into his backpack.
He pulled something out.
An envelope.
Still sealed.
Still unopened.
Maya stared at it.
My heart stopped.
“Where did you get that?”
Sam’s eyes filled with tears.
“I found it in her locker.”
Maya looked confused.
