In a fit of rage, I ran over and pulled her hair. “Murderer!! You did this! You did this to my child!”
She screamed out in pain and both Isaac and Julian appeared in seconds. They pulled me off of her while she shed crocodile tears. I didn’t stop trying to let them see what she had done, but no one listened to me.
Instead, the police appeared at the door within five minutes. My brother and my husband accused me of killing Solana, and while I was dragged away in handcuffs, Naomi smiled victoriously behind Isaac.
I was thrown in jail that day. I didn’t even get to see my precious daughter be buried.
Now that I was thinking about it, I wanted to break down over again. I wiped my eyes and saw a small crowd of reporters running toward me.
Shit.
“Mrs Bennett. How does it feel to be finally free?”
“Do you feel like the law was lenient to you?”
“Mrs Bennett, do you admit your negligence killed your daughter?”
“Mrs Bennett, will you go back to drinking alcohol now that you’re free?”
They crowded me like flies, and just when I thought I would pass out, someone pulled my arm away from them.
Isaac. My husband.
“Get in the car,” he said.