Blood streamed from his body, pooling into a small dark trench. His leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, grotesquely bent. Men surrounded him, kicking, striking, intent on beating him to death right there.
My vision swam red as I stared at Bryson, disbelief shaking every word from me.
“Why? Why would you do this?”
Was Debbii truly so important to him? She was the one who had harmed my mom, and yet he covered up for her, destroying everything else in the process.
My tears fell one after another onto his hand, scalding enough to make him tremble.
For an instant, pain flickered in his eyes. He even reached out, wiping my tears with slow tenderness.
But his voice stayed cold, unyielding.
“Hedy, Debbii grew up with me. I know her. She just made a mistake. Even if she hadn’t given your mom the wrong medicine, there was no guarantee your mom could have survived the surgery. Just think of it as an accident. Wouldn’t that be better?”