Shirley's POV
"I think I broke a leg too," she weakly muttered with a painful squeeze on her leg.
Larry turned to face me, but she held his hand and said:
"I'm aching all over Larry"
"Are you going to believe her?" I defended myself, when it was clearly obvious I hadn't hurt her.
"But you believed them" he responded, and cold rushed down my spine. He was right. I didn't see him in the act, but his behavior makes it look as though it was him.
I was speechless, not knowing if to just lock myself up and reminiscing over the past days of doubt between Larry and me.
I felt guilty, but then I just wanted to clear that assumption. I wasn't really at fault. His family sure knows him better.
"You don't expect me to believe when they are facts and..."
"Don't make this hard Shirley, I don't
