I slapped him with all my strength.
His head snapped to the side, stunned. Then his hand shot out, yanking my hair.
“Rachel, do you think I’ll let you get away with that?”
He raised his hand to strike me.
Ethan Miller ran out of the room on his little bare feet.
“Daddy, don’t hit Mommy!”
David’s hand froze in midair.
He glanced at Ethan, then gritted his teeth and shoved me to the ground.
“Rachel Miller, you’ll regret this.”
The front door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Clutching Ethan in my arms, I ground my teeth, trembling with rage, answering him in my heart.
David, the one who should regret this is you!
The CCTV footage of Margaret’s accident began trending on social media.
When Linda Carter brought the video to me, she was trembling with fury.
“Those monsters! My sister died so horribly, and they still twist things to slander her—are they even human?”
I poured her a glass of water.
When I took her phone, I realized the trending video had been heavily edited.
Unlike the footage I’d seen at the police station, this online version was blurry, deliberately cropped to hide Margaret tying her shoelace, slowed down, with captions framing it as if she were preparing to stage a scam.