Chloe’s tears came instantly, like a switch had been flipped. She pointed a trembling finger at me. “She pushed me!”
“That’s a lie!” I barked, chest heaving. “She dug her nails into me. I only pulled away!”
“That’s not true!” Chloe’s sobs shook her shoulders, her voice quivering just enough to sound convincing. Aunt Janice rushed to her side, helping her up as Chloe leaned dramatically against her.
“You liar!” I shot back, rage searing my throat.
“Enough!” Dad roared, his strides long and purposeful as he advanced. His face was red with anger, his hand already raised.
I froze. My stomach plummeted, heart hammering painfully in my chest. I shut my eyes tight, bracing myself for the sting of his slap—the same slap I’d endured so many times before whenever Chloe played her innocent act.
