MEL
“How can you say that?” I scream at my mum.
“She slept with my husband. In my house, on my marriage bed.” I can’t hold the tears back anymore.
“Is that why you tried to harm her with a knife? For Christ’s sake, Mel, she’s your sister,” My mum cuts in.
“I didn’t do it. She did it herself.”
“That just sounds delusional. You should learn to be accountable for your actions.” My dad adjusts in his chair.
“Your husband left a while back after dropping her off. He says you haven’t been taking your anxiety meds. That’s why you’d assume he and Mara were having something together.”
I can’t believe what they’re saying.
I stare at them in disbelief.
“I was only there that night to assist Jonah with his work. He saw me on his way home and decided to give me a ride.’’ Mara says.
She’s lyi
