When Michael finally looked at me, his eyes were reddened. I could tell how wronged he felt. For things to devolve to this extent when we were family was torture.
Could I really go through with this?
I did not want to hurt anyone, least of all Michael. To me, he was still just a child, but with things as they were, I had to stand up for myself.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave now, Ciara.” Michael’s voice wavered, and his fists were tightly clenched.
It broke my heart to see him like this.
Still, what was the use of being sad? After all, had he not committed all those horrible deeds? He should be willing to shoulder the consequences of his terrible actions! He was no longer a little kid and had to own up to his mistakes eventually.
“No! I want you to explain yourse
