Evelyn froze for a moment, then walked over to hug her daughter, gently patting her back to comfort her.
“Carol, don’t be sad. Mom will make him come crawling back to you,” Evelyn said, eyes burning with fury. Mother and daughter had both been humiliated on the same day—she would not let Barry off so easily.
Carol shook her head, and her emotions broke like a dam.
“Sob... Mom, Delphine said I’m a murderer... That I killed Amanda and her baby. Barry kept evidence from back then. If our family dares to make a fuss, they’ll turn it in.”
Every word trembled on her lips.
“Mom, I hate this! Why did you raise Amanda back then? Why did you make me a killer? Why did you do this to me? Why?”
Carol pounded her mother’s back in despair. Back then, she was just nineteen—arrogant, naïve, and heads
