~~Scarlette~~
Since Liam didn’t believe me the first time—when I told him I didn’t just slip… that Emelia pushed me—maybe now he would.
Maybe now that he saw it with his own eyes.
Emelia stood frozen. Her chest rising and falling fast. Panic clear on her face.
“Um…” she started, but her voice shook. She stuttered like a damn amateur liar.
She stepped closer to Liam, who still stood at the doorway. Silent. Shocked.
It was probably a lot for him to take in. He hadn’t said a word again. His jaw clenched, eyes cold, like he was holding himself back from snapping in two.
“Liam…” Emelia began with that fake soft voice. “You see… I was just helping Scarlette to… um, bathe. When you left, she was calling for help.”
Calling for help?
I stared at her. My mouth hung open.
Is she seriously l
