- 7.
“Dad, why did you hit me? It was Lindsay…”
Lindsey whimpered, clutching her face, but
Dad cut her off.
“Are you sure Lindsay was even at your party
last night? Are you sure she set fire to the
house and killed your mother?”
“Yes!” Lindsey nodded, desperate to find any
way to shift the blame, “Dad, I didn’t know
Mom was home! If I knew, I never would have
let Lindsay set off fireworks!”
Chad jumped into the fray, backing up
Lindsey’s story.
“Lindsay loves fireworks. She said she’d never played with them before, and she wanted to
light some at the party. Who else would set
off fireworks inside?!”
Lindsey picked up the thread, tears streaming
down her face. “Dad, you have to do
something! You have to get justice for Mom!” Chad took Lindsey’s hand and walked
towards Dad.
“Mr. Miller, Lindsay’s party was fine. It was
Lindsay who killed your wife!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Chad had emphasized the word “wife.” He
knew Dad loved Mom more than anyone else.
I’d even told Chad that Dad would have been
fine with Mom not having kids if that’s what
she wanted.
That asshole was trying to use that against
- me.
He wanted Dad to hate me, to throw me in
jail.
I had finally seen his true colors.
The crowd was in shock.
They didn’t know what was going on.
Chad yelled at me, “Lindsay, stop lying! It’s
time to apologize!”
I almost laughed.
Lindsey kept lying, “Sis, why are you being so
evil?”
She was scared of Dad’s look.
“Dad…? What… What is it?”
At that moment, Mom pushed through the
crowd, her arms laden with shopping bags.
Her face was blank.
“Honey, what’s going on?”
Lindsey and Chad’s faces turned white.
