"Rose, shut your mouth. Louise is hurt and already feeling bad. Do you have to come here and make it worse? How did you become so vicious?"
"I'm vicious? You sent Emily out alone to get her a milkshake. Did you ever consider she might get hurt?" I demanded.
My eyes were red with anger and grief.
Jeffrey was momentarily taken aback, then sneered.
"You keep talking about Emily. It's time for school to end. Shouldn't you be picking her up instead of coming here to confront me? You're so hypocritical, Rose."
I looked at the death certificate in my hand, feeling utterly drained.
"Emily doesn't need to be picked up anymore. She'll never need to be picked up again."
"What do you mean?"
Jeffrey finally noticed the death certificate I was holding. When he saw the words "Death Certificate," his eyes widened in shock.
He asked nervously, "What are you holding? Who... who died?"
