"You're the real murderer here but point fingers at me! Listen up, I'm the witness, and I've got the video right here on my phone. That's your physical evidence! With both the witness and the evidence right here, let's see how you talk your way out of this!"
"I don't need to make excuses. I have evidence of my innocence. But I don't owe you an explanation. You're not the judge."
I turned to leave, but Tom blocked my path.
"Where are you going?"
"To the hospital. Care to join me?"
At that moment, my sister, Alice Tenpenny, came running from the distance. "Quinn, I heard something happened at home, so I rushed over! Are Mitchell and Poppy okay?"
"They're at the hospital. I don't know how they are."
Alice gaped at me in shock. "They're in the hospital?"
"Yes. Where else would they be?"
Tom dashed to Alice's side. "You don't know yet? Your sister deliberately set the fire, trying to burn her husband and daughter to death! Stay away from her; she's vicious!"
A crowd had already gathered and held their phones high, capturing the drama unfolding before them. The scene was eerily reminiscent of my past life.
What unfolded next was Alice launched into an accusation to slander me.