Later, I sat by Jane’s bedside. Her face was pale, her jaw wrapped in bandages, machines beeping around her. I held her hand, guilt crushing me.
“Please wake up, Jane,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
The door slammed open.
Jason strode in, his eyes red, his face twisted with fury.
“Where is my son, Amber?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Amber’s Pov
Jason’s face was a mask of fury. He stepped into the room and his voice cut the air. “Where is my son?” he demanded.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snapped.
He laughed, hard and ugly. “Don’t lie to me. There is evidence on the CCTV cameras showing that you took him out of the house. You hated Chloe for your dead son. You wanted to kill hers too. You took him.”
“I didn’t touch him, Jason. I swear—”
Jane moaned and opened her eyes. She looked at me with fear. Her mouth trembled, but her words were a whisper. “Amber… what’s going on…”
But before I could answer, Jason stalked forward and grabbed her chin roughly.
“If you don’t tell me where my son is, I will make you regret it.” His voice was cold.
“Jason, let my sister go, I didn't touch your son,” my voice trembled as I stared at Jane’s terrified face.