Lyvana stepped out of her car in front of Aurora, dressed in a neatly pleated skirt and a crisp blouse.
A white police car was parked in front of the curb.
A yellow warning tape stretched across half the sidewalk, blocking off the entrance.
Beside the tape, a policeman with a big belly stood, sipping coffee from a paper cup.
Inside, the boutique was a mess. Tables were turned over, and their beautiful clothes were scattered everywhere.
Two other policemen were in the back, taking notes while talking to Sarah and the sales staff.
Bertha rushed over as soon as she saw Lyvana. Her face was pale and she looked like she had been crying.
"Bertha, what happened?" Lyvana asked, her voice shaking slightly.
"Ms. Lyvana," Bertha said quickly. "Some people... they broke in."
Lyvana's jaw tightened. "What?"
"Yes, Ms. Lyvana," Bertha said. "The alarm went off in the middle of the night, but by the time anyone got here, they were gone."
