“My son died because of you. If he hadn’t rushed home to you and those children, he would still be alive.”
I froze. The police stated that Ryan’s accident occurred on a stretch of highway that was nowhere near our house.
“We are his family,” I broke down, my voice trembling as I gestured towards the children. “And he loved us.”
“You set him up. You know it, and I know it.”
Before I could reply, she walked away, leaving me there with my mouth open, her accusation hanging in the air between us like poison.
