Evangeline suddenly screamed,
“If something happens to Dad, I’ll never forgive you!”
My movements paused.
With a sharp c***k, I slammed my fork onto the table.
“Never forgive me?”
I lifted my eyes, staring at her, frost-cold.
“And what right do you have?”
“Your father ended up like this because of you.”
I stood, walking toward her—
Each step landing on the shattered pieces of those past years.
“Did you or did you not go into my room first?”
“Did you or did you not provoke me first?”
“Did you or did you not hit me first, and I only fought back?”
“Did you or did you not run crying to Marielle afterward?”
My voice rose, inch by inch, like truth that had been buried too long finally forcing its way out.
“You started all of this! Your father got angry because he was worried about
