Framed By My Son: The Survivor's Story

rian exclaimed as a county sheriff'

l, his voice dripping with false sincerity. He strode o

hasn't been right since my brother, her husband, passed a

folder to

ied for months.

. One showed me seemingly asleep at my post. Another showed a fire safety

the lodge grounds, with a bri

She's jealous of the guests, of their wealth, their f

k by a mix of confusion and awe jus

r!" one

er!" a woman shrieked, her

ght there. Sheriff Miller and his dep

und, my expres

wash over me, a f

e cutting through the

t the angriest of the family members, "you'll ne

heir fury momentaril

who was watching me with a t

out my

efore you arrest me,