But Joel didn't move. "I want to know, Sandra."
She could never lie to him. "It's just some jewellery," she muttered.
"You can't afford this stuff," said Joel flatly. "Where did you get it?"
Sandra hesitated before speaking, and when her voice came it was small and whispered. "I stole it."
The words were greeted with a cold silence, and Sandra didn't dare to look at Joel's face, afraid of seeing anger there. Only he could make her feel shame like this. Instead, she looked down at her feet like a naughty little girl.
"From where?" asked Joel.
"A department store."
Joel examined the handful of gold and silver. It was all quite cheap stuff, but that wasn't the point. "That was wrong, Sandra."
His tone of voice, the anger in his eyes almost made her want to cry. "I'm sorry," she said. "Really Joel, I'm sorry." She turned to leave the room but Joel crossed quickly to her and grabbed her arm.
"Wait," he said sternly. "You know I'm not just going to let this slide, Sandra."