That same crushing despair returned, wrapping itself around my chest like chains.
Before I could speak a word in my own defense, Kelvin stormed forward.
He slapped me across the face hard, his voice trembling with rage.
"Laura Kyle, are you even human?!"
"Clara was your daughter, your own flesh and blood! She was only five years old! How could you bring yourself to hurt her like that?!"
He was trembling with fury.
That slap stung more than just my skin.
His eyes, red and filled with pain, looked at me as if he could tear me apart on the spot.
Staring at this painfully familiar scene, I felt my heart shatter all over again.
The agony was unbearable.
Just like in my previous life, Kelvin did not give me a chance to explain. One slap without a single question was enough for him to sentence me. That one strike crushed any hope I had left.
My mother-in-law, cradling Clara’s lifeless body, turned to glare at me with a look of bitter hatred.
"What did Clara ever do to deserve this? What made you so unhappy that you had to kill her? Are you even human?"
She grew more emotional as she spoke, clutching her chest like she could not breathe.