“Bianca, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you with my own hands! Tom and Sarah were good to you! Anne—” His voice broke and for a fleeting moment, anguish overtook his anger. “Anne loved you like her own sister. How could you do this to them?”
His words struck like shards of glass, but they only fanned the flames inside me. Laughter erupted from my lips, wild and uncontrollable, spilling into the room with a manic edge. Tears blurred my vision, hot streams carving paths down my cheeks, but the laughter didn’t stop.
“David,” I choked out between gasps, my voice trembling with raw emotion. “Do you think you have the right to question me? You—the one who caused all of this?” I took a step forward and then another, each one deliberate, measured.
