“I understand plenty.” I’m shaking so hard my teeth chatter. “I understand that Mama is gone and you’re the one who made her go.”
He doesn’t deny it. That’s the worst part. He just stands there, bloody and broken, and he doesn’t deny a single word.
I straighten my spine the way he taught me. I wipe my face with the back of my hand. And I look my father dead in the eyes.
“I’ll never forget what I saw tonight,” I tell him. My voice doesn’t sound so squeaky and scared anymore. “I’ll never forgive you. And one day, I’m going to make you pay for what you did to her, even if it takes the rest of my life.”
Papa looks so badly like there’s something he wants to say.
He just turns and walks away, leaving muddy footprints on the hardwood floor.
Evidence Transcription | Case #2025-ME-11842
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