Betrayal's Sting: A Father's Revenge

t my mother with a relative and got in my car. I didn't think, I ju

alet parking and a name I couldn't pronounce. I saw her BMW parked near the entrance.

between them. They were leaning in close, their heads almost touchi

ara

tood up, positioning himself between us like a bodyguard. He was

here, David?" Sarah

und. "Our daughter is dead, Sarah! Our little girl is ly

me hard in the chest. "Hey, back

!" I shoved him back.

is voice slick and dismissive. "The k

il Sarah had thrown at me? The police report hadn't even been filed yet

ow that?" I asked, my

etween me and Mark. She grabbed

them. "You' re not going anywhere

ing. She tried to push past me, but I blocked her wa

der this time. "She said

awking patrons. They didn' t look back. They just got into her car and drove away, leaving me standing alone

hand-holding at the hospital. The celebratory dinner. Mark' s slip of the tongue. The way s

y decision was a fresh stab of pain. I had to do it all alone. I tried calling Sarah one last time, a

clicks in the background. "I told you, I' m busy. I' ll

. "She' s our daughter, n

" she said, he

d it. A small voice in the back

n I have so

sformed, sickeningly sweet and gentle. "Of cour

Aunti

married. And Sarah, who had called our own daughter a

cold, hard certainty. This was not just a betrayal. Thi