Ezra pushed the door open and found her sisters gathered, their expressions tense. The air was thick with concern, and her anxiety surged.

"Uhm... if you guys can make space for me to... pass, I'll really... appreciate..." she said, squeezing through them awkwardly.

"What's going on here?" she asked, mixing curiosity and concern.

"Speak of the devil herself," Jess said, arms folded, glaring at Ezra.

"Uhm," Ezra stammered, taken aback. "Could someone explain better?" she asked, confused.

"Don't act tough with me now," Jess accused, shining a flashlight in Ezra's face like a detective.

Annoyed, Ezra tossed the flashlight aside. "Why is everyone looking at me like I stole something?" she asked, frustrated.

"Got her," Jess said, smiling triumphantly.

"Can someone please tell me what's happening?" Ezra pleaded.

Mira, from her bed, said, "My eye medication is missing, and you were the last one here."

"I wanted to borrow it... okay?" Ezra said, her voice wavering. "Wanted to borrow."

"That's stealing," Kersela said disapprovingly.

Ezra blushed. "I wasn't going to keep it."

"Borrowing without asking is still wrong," Mira said softly, disappointed.

"But I gave it back to her," Ezra replied defensively.

"She did, but now it's nowhere to be found," Mira said, frustrated.

"We have found our suspect," Jess declared, wearing a Sherlock Holmes hat.

"Please, not the hat again," Camilla sighed.

"Can we be serious? I need my eye medication," Mira said, her voice breaking.

"Don't look at me, guys! I didn't take it," Ezra protested.

"Then who?" Mira asked, wincing in discomfort.

"I guess your 'sixth sense' was stolen too," Ezra...