The phone, which had mysteriously resurfaced, was linked to unsettling messages. One, in particular, sent just before Heather’s death, claimed that Heather wouldn’t be returning home. This message immediately raised alarms for Chance. Was it truly Heather who sent it, or had someone else used her phone to manipulate the investigation?

As an experienced detective, Chance knew that this phone could hold crucial evidence. He quickly traced its current location, and to his shock, the signal led him straight to Sharon Newman’s house. This revelation was a complete surprise—Heather’s phone at Sharon’s place was no coincidence. When Chance arrived, he didn’t expect the devastating discovery waiting for him: Heather’s phone was hidden inside Faith’s bag.

The situation didn’t add up for Chance. Faith was a young girl, innocent in so many ways, but now, the evidence was pointing directly at her. How could she be involved in Heather’s death? Heather’s phone, the strange messages, and now finding it in Faith’s possession were too significant to ignore.

Despite his personal doubts, Chance had no choice. The evidence was damning, and the law was clear. With a heavy heart, Chance made the difficult decision to arrest Faith. She had become the prime suspect in a case that seemed impossible for someone like her to be involved in.

The police swooped in, arresting Faith as she stood there, terrified and confused. “I didn’t do anything! I don’t know how that phone got in my bag!” she cried, as the handcuffs were placed around her wrists. Her world was turned upside down in mere moments. For Chance, the scene was gut-wrenching, but he had to remain professional, even as doubts began to eat at him from within. Deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Faith wasn’t the right target. Yet, the evidence was overwhelming, and for now, she would have to face the consequences.

Meanwhile, Sharon Newman watched the scene in horror. Her daughter, Faith, was being taken away in handcuffs, and Sharon stood frozen in silence. The fear she felt was indescribable, not only for Faith but also for herself. Sharon knew something that no one else did: the phone in Faith’s possession had been placed there by Sharon herself.

Desperation had driven Sharon to hide the phone, never anticipating that her actions would lead to her daughter’s arrest. She had hoped to protect herself, thinking she could buy time to figure out a solution, but now her plan had backfired in the worst way possible. Sharon’s heart shattered as Faith was led away, and guilt washed over her. She had unwittingly caused this mess, and now her daughter was paying the price.

Sharon wrestled with her emotions, terrified to come forward and admit what she had done. She feared the consequences of revealing her role in this, but how could she let Faith suffer for her mistake? The weight of her guilt was suffocating, and for the first time, Sharon felt paralyzed by fear, unsure of how to move forward.

As Faith sat in a cold, empty cell, she struggled to make sense of what had just happened. The confusion and fear were overwhelming. She couldn’t fathom how Heather’s phone had ended up in her bag or why anyone would frame her for murder. She was an innocent teenager, now thrust into a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

Chance, conflicted and torn, visited Faith in her holding cell. The fear in her eyes broke his heart, but the evidence was undeniable. He spoke to her gently, reassuring her, “We’ll get to the bottom of this. If you didn’t do this, the truth will come out.” Faith, her voice trembling with emotion, looked at him and pleaded, “Someone’s framing me, Chance. I didn’t do this. I didn’t kill anyone.”