“I know you blame him for your daughter’s death, but it really was just an accident. And now, because you posted my photo, I can’t even face anyone anymore.”
Her sobs were pitiful, like she was the victim of some unspeakable injustice.
A “work mistake,” she said, just a simple, throwaway phrase to sum up the brutal, senseless way my daughter died.
Shannon's POV
A bitter, metallic taste rushed up my throat, and my fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms.
“You seduced another woman’s husband right after her daughter died, and you’re afraid people will see it? You want to act pure after playing the whore? You’re disgusting!”
I all but screamed the words. On the other end, Vania let out a sharp, startled shriek before Max snatched the phone from her.
“Shannon, what’s wrong with you? You’ve completely lost it. You sound like a madwoman! Vania and I are innocent. She was kind enough to explain things to you, but you keep pushing this nonsense. Our daughter’s death has nothing to do with her. It was just an accident. If anything, it was bad luck on our daughter’s part!”
That sentence cut into me like a knife.