"Michelle Fox, are you obsessed with bullying your sister?"
No chance to speak. No chance to explain.
"You rely on your ability to revive people, so you deliberately cause accidents to hurt Grace just to show off! You just want to prove how important you are!"
Her finger jabbed toward me. "Count them yourself. Over the years, how many times have you pulled stunts like this?"
The room spun. I shook my head slowly, lost. "I didn't..."
It was Grace who had demanded cake. Grace who had insisted I drive her to buy it. The crash was an accident.
Mom's livid expression. The disappointment heavy in Dad's eyes. The words died in my throat.
I had lived through this scene too many times. No matter how I explained, the only response I ever got was furious condemnation.
Finally, a sob tore from my chest. "I'm hurt too... I'm hurt worse. It really hurts..."
Grace had a leg injury. I had fractured my spine. If not for the System's revival, even if the doctors had saved me, I would have been paralyzed for life.
Mom's anger faltered. Dad hesitated, taking a half-step toward me.
Just then, Grace burst into loud, wailing tears.