Chapter 122: I Wasn't The Killer

“Penelope.” I turned to her, anger flickering under my ribs. “Enough. Don’t speak about Savannah that way. Keep her out of your madness.” “No, it’s not enough!” she snapped. “You owe her the truth. You owe me the truth. What happened that morning? Why did my sister leave that house? Why was she driving alone when she was terrified of the highway?” I stared at her, unable to breathe for a second. “You think I know?” I asked quietly. “You think I didn’t ask myself that a thousand times? She wasn’t supposed to be driving that morning. I didn’t even know she’d left. I was at work!” “Convenient,” she said bitterly. “The husband doesn’t know. The family doesn’t ask. And somehow the brakes just… fail. Must be a miracle.” I laughed once under my breath, though nothing about it was funny. “You want a villain, don’t you? Someone to hang your grief on. And I’m the easiest choice.” “You were her husband.” “I was also the man she lied to.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “The man sh