A hint of shyness crept into my demeanor. She entwined her arm with mine, guiding me into the living room, while Wade followed behind, ready to capture every precious moment.
Suddenly, tragedy struck; Eliana stumbled and crashed into the corner of the wall, a gasp echoing through the room as blood poured from the wound on her head.
Shock anchored me to the floor, my mind struggling to process what had just unfolded. From the footage, it looked all too clear I was the one who seemed most guilty of pushing her.
As Eliana stood, bloodied, the crowd around her murmured, their eyes filled with curiosity and judgment.
Later that evening, we sat as a family at dinner.
With a fresh bandage on her forehead, she still wore that radiant smile, gently placing food on my plate, brushing off the day’s events like a distant memory.
One moment, I was sipping, and the next, I spit my drink all over her. Saying nothing, I set down the cup and bolted, leaving Eliana and the others staring after me, their faces darkening with confusion.
As the video ended, the lawyer presented even more damning evidence. Each family member took their turn, accusing me of cruelty and heartlessness.