"H-How?" I looked at Augustus, blinking back tears. All this time, I've been hiding and there was nothing to hide for. I mean, it's not exactly nice to hide from what I've done.
"This might take longer to explain," Augustus said opening the file. "It says here- sorry, I just got it this morning," he said paging through it. "You mentioned using a stove that day and not recalling switching it off, right?" I gulped, nodded hesitantly. "Well, the investigators didn't think the stove started the fire. You switched it off. The fire came from you and your brother's room. There were traces of petrol and matchsticks. Someone had intentions of harming you, Emmett," I blinked. "It wasn't you that started the fire. Your mother did,"
"M-mom?" A tear trickled down my face at the news. "Why...why woul
