Her Face

"Zoey, tell me the truth. Did you purposely set this up? Did you... frame Lucille?" Boom! A clap of thunder was heard from outside the window. Zoey's face turned pale, and her tears began falling like rain. Her face was full of hurt and disappointment. "So, that's the kind of person you think I am, Charles?" Charles panicked and quickly reached out to wipe away her tears. "No, don't cry. I didn't mean that. I... I was just very confused. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to accuse you." Zoey's eyes were red, and her tears were like a broken pearl necklace. She did not say a word. She held the necklace that she had given to Charles a few years ago tightly in her hand as sobs clawed their way out of her throat. "Oh, it's all my fault. Don't cry." Charles was at a loss. He took the necklace from her hand, put it on, and said, "I promise you that I won't ask you questions like that again. I won't take off the necklace you gave me, okay?" Charles, who was only trying to comfort h