Corky took a step back, her expression one of suspicion and disbelief. “It isn’t mine anymore,” Kimmy said, her eyes on the pendant. “But—but—” “I gave it to Jennifer,” Kimmy said. “She’s telling the truth,” Debra said quickly. Holding her notebook, she climbed to her feet and stepped up beside Kimmy, as if taking sides. Ronnie had moved back to the window and was leaning against the ledge, a troubled look on her face. “Jennifer?” Corky asked weakly, suddenly feeling as if she were falling, falling down a dark, endless hole. “I gave it to Jennifer. About a month ago,” Kimmy said, resting her hands on her hips. “She was always telling me how much she liked it. So one day I saw her in the hall before school, and I just gave it to her.” “No,” Corky insisted. “You always wore it—” “She’s telling the truth,” Debra insisted. “I was there when Kimmy gave it to Jennifer. Jennifer was really happy.” “I was tired of it anyway,” Kimmy said with a shrug.
