- 5.
“Cry all you want. I didn’t do it, and I’m not
going to take the blame,” I said, my face like
stone.
L
Chad looked shocked. He stepped forward
and took my hand.
“I love your honesty. Not this fake crap,” he
said.
“Let’s go apologize to Lindsey and turn
ourselves in. I’ll wait for you, no matter what.”
Chad looked at me with so much love that all
the neighbors were touched.
“What a man. What a good guy.”
I almost threw up.
I remembered Chad and Lindsey’s visit to
prison, the way they flaunted their
relationship in front of my face.
Chad was pulling me, dragging me toward
Lindsey.
“Your mother loved you and me. She’s dead
because of you.”
“Lindsay, you have to do the right thing.
Break things off with your family. Then maybe
you’ll be forgiven.”
My head shot up at the words “break things
off.”
They wanted to kill me to get my family’s
money.
And now that I was still alive, they were trying
to force me out of the family.
If I cut ties with my parents, I’d no longer be a
Miller.
Lindsey could get everything.
“Cut ties? What?” I said, wrenching my hand
from Chad’s grasp.
Chad’s face darkened, his anger on full
display.
“Lindsey is destroyed, and you’re still acting
like this? You’re too much.”
“Don’t you think you should stay away from
the Millers? You killed someone!”
The crowd gasped, their accusations flying.
“How could you? You killed her!”
“Her parents had it rough!”
Lindsey was hysterical.
“Don’t say anything. She killed my mom.”
“I’m calling the cops. I’m going to see her get
arrested!”
Lindsey called 911, and they told her the
police were on their way.
The crowd stayed.
I rolled my eyes.
They had no idea I wanted the cops to come.
They would find out who the real killer was.
