"Clara, I know you're hurting. I am too. Don't cry. Skylar wouldn’t want to see you cry.
"Remember, she said she loved seeing you smile."
Aiden then informed Michael's parents.
Hearing Skylar didn't survive, they couldn’t believe it.
"Do you think I, Aiden Moore, would lie about Skylar’s death?"
Five years ago, our parents died in a plane crash.
When I gave birth to Skylar, I hemorrhaged and had a hysterectomy. I was destined to have Skylar as my only child.
Michael's parents were unhappy that I couldn’t give them a grandson.
Before, they hid their dissatisfaction, but after my parents died, they showed their true colors.
Realizing Aiden wouldn’t lie about Skylar, they cried out in grief.
"How could this happen? Our poor granddaughter!
"Where's Clara? How could she let Skylar get into an accident?"
I had no right to defend myself.
If I hadn’t gone to the kitchen to make a cake, Skylar wouldn’t have snuck out.
And then...
It was my fault.
Suddenly, it felt like something was squeezing my heart and I could hardly breathe.
"How dare you blame my sister? From the accident until now, Michael hasn’t shown up. How can you accuse Clara?