Ceelin
Phil wasn’t speaking while we were riding in his car on the way home. He hasn’t talked to me after the police left. Maybe he suspects that I have something to do with his father’s death but just hasn’t told his mother and sister. I felt a mix of pain and disappointment. I thought he truly believed I was innocent.
We arrived at home but Phil still hasn’t talked to me. I couldn’t help but speak to him and ask.
“You don’t believe that I had nothing to do with your dad’s death, do you? Even though you defended me earlier against your mom and sister, you still have doubts in your heart.” Phil stopped climbing the stairs when he heard what I said to him. “You said you believed I was innocent but deep inside you also doubt me,” I added heavily.
Phil took a deep breath before facing me
