#Chapter 58 The Truth Be Told

“Anna? Anna, are you okay?” I looked up as Barnett approached me. The concern in his tone and facial expression touched me, but I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. “No,” I choked out. He wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me close. “I’m so sorry,” he said, rubbing my back. “That was a low blow of him, bringing up your brothers like that.” “Why do people even think that?” I sobbed into his chest. “There’s no way that their deaths could have been my fault.” “People just love to sensationalize everything—” “But why? Am I such a bad person that people would assume that even as a child I would do something so horrible?” “No, no, of course not.” “Then why?” “Because tabloid reporters are jackasses just looking to make a quick buck, no matter who it hurts. All we can do is learn to ignore them.” “But-but I can’t. I could ignore what they say about Charlie because it’s so ridiculous, but Michael…” I couldn’t finish that thought. “What?” Barnett asked. “What