But the shards tore into my skin, blood spilling onto the floor and seeping into the broken pendant.
Margaret, satisfied with her cruelty, walked away with a triumphant smile.
The next day, Jeremiah called.
“Lainey, go turn yourself into the police tomorrow. Tell them you hit someone in a car accident.”
His voice dripped with shameless righteousness.
When I stayed silent, he sighed and added, “Margaret drank a little too much when she was accompanying a client before. You also know that driving after drinking is more likely to cause an accident. Now someone has started to investigate this matter again, so you should voluntarily turn yourself in tomorrow..”
“And the wedding?” I asked calmly.
“The wedding goes on as planned. Your legs are useless anyway. Margaret will attend the banquet for you, but the name on the marriage certificate will still be yours.”
“I’m not going.” I refused flatly.
Jeremiah’s momentary shock at my refusal quickly gave way to an angry laugh. “I know how much you want to be part of your own wedding, but since you’re the one who ‘Knock someone down,’ you have to bear the blame, right?”