Chapter 33

The ambulance arrived, and they took Melody away.

I watched as Dexter cradled Melody in his arms, anxiety etched on his face, while he shot me at vicious glare.

Everyone there backed up Melody’s story, saying it was me who pushed her down the stairs. Even the Fitzgerald family’s housekeeper took their side.

In that moment, I felt lost in a fog, even doubting myself.

Had I actually… pushed her?

I had fallen into a trap of my own making. I didn’t know how to explain. Explaining felt wrong. but so did staying silent.

I curled up at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Dexter returned.

With teary eyes, I stood up and choked out, “Dexter… it wasn’t me.”

“Slap!” His hand struck my face, and my ear rang with the force of it. My nose bled, my hearing muffled–my eardrum must have burst.

He had put all his strength into that slap.

is insisting on calling the cops? You’ve committed assault!” Dexter hauled me up from the floor and dragged me into

become a murderer?”

at Dexter, wishing

my tears, shaking my head. “Dexter… it

didn’t

Hank was there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t push her, I swear!” I was

it wasn’t to be.

Melody down the stairs! And

a

how could I be so naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice

it was always them spreading

when she wakes up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he threatened

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scared

had achieved was earned bit by

push her!” I stared at Dexter In terror,

to push him away and

ran from what I once thought was heaven, only to discover

in a dark alleyway for a long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly alone in that

fell asleep, nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap but spotless cup of cocoa and a lollipop

the first time someone had given me a

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