Observing Rita's silence, Sierra, with a hint of desperation, implored, "You've got to help me, Rita."

Rita snapped back to reality, her voice a gentle murmur, "You were quick to pin it on Brady, remember? If the cops aren't sniffing around you, you're in the clear. No need to stress."

Sierra's heart raced, anxiety etched across her face.

“But what if he decides to unload his guilt on me at the police station? And the Garretts... What if they start pointing fingers my way? Will Horace throw me under the bus to keep the peace between the two families?"

Brady wasn't on Sierra's worry list. His love for her was unwavering.