Betrayal's Sting: A Father's Revenge

his voice a low, mocking whi

an win this, David? You'

pounding with a hatred so pur

, enjoying my silent fury. "Sarah... she' s very persuasi

ed, though a cold dread was

ty, grating sound.

it up for me to see. It was a settlement agreement. It stated that Lily' s surviving parent, Sarah Jenkins, agreed to accept

in her neat, confident hand

led, animalistic sound tore from my throat as I lunged forward again, t

NO

ands. I thrashed and screamed, a man utterly broken, my last

breath hot on my ear as

voice laced with venomous pleasure. "A happy accide

rld we

victim' s mother, was presented. The case was dismissed. Just like that. The justice system I

xt thing I knew, I was standing in my mother' s

wn in her worn armchair, the one where she used to read stories to Lily, and a

ny more pain. We were all each other had left. For a few days, we existed in a silent house of grief, moving like ghosts, the loss of Li

a necessary trip to the grocer

t of dread tightening in my

le

bedroom door was clo

empty bottle of sleeping pills

ch to even check for a pulse I knew I wouldn' t find. The

o that to her own child. Tell Sarah she has final

Lily. I had lost everyone. My daughter. My mother. My entire world had been burned to the

mb and my mind a hollow cavern of pain, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I ignored it. It

essage. From an

t seemed. It was no accident. I hav

darkness. Hope. Or maybe something