"My brother doesn't need her to file for divorce, he'd never stay with an attempted murderer anyway. But why are you getting involved? Have you had enough of your good life?" he kept talking angrily.
My best friend was trembling with rage and shouted back into the phone, "Shut up! You and your brother are both blind and stupid! What's wrong with reporting the fire? Is she 'kind' for not pressing charges, or is she just scared that the truth will come out? You think living with you was a 'good life'? I've never suffered this much in my entire life!"
"See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow! We'll make room for you three bastards!"
After hanging up the call, my best friend was still furious for a long time. I quickly grabbed my phone and blocked Robin's number as well.
The next morning, my friend and I waited outside the civil affairs bureau. To my surprise, the first person we saw was Lily.
My fists clenched tightly beneath my sleeves and the pain in my still-healing fingertips, raw from scraping against the door, shot through me like a shock to my heart. Her eyes were red and tears of grievance welled up, ready to fall.