It was clear Megan had planted that pencil case to frame me!
"Megan was wearing this necklace in the photos she took two days ago."
"Yes, and the necklace was lost yesterday. Yesterday, I only met you and Avalynn..."
Yesterday, my Avalynn was already dead.
I completely snapped. "You lying bitch! Avalynn was only six years old. How could you slander her? I don't care if you like seducing men, but why did you have to target Avalynn?!"
I grabbed Megan's hair and slapped her across the face several times.
I vented all the rage I had bottled up for years.
"You're insane."
Seeing Megan hurt, Crowley was heartbroken. He kicked me hard, sending me rolling across the floor.
The shattered porcelain scattered on the floor stabbed deeply into my skin.
Crowley pinned me down and forced me to kneel in front of Megan, roaring, "Bring Avalynn out. I want both of you to apologize to Megan!"
I spat blood at Megan. "In your dreams."
Enraged, Crowley looked around and spotted the only intact object left in the corner: that small urn.
He grabbed the urn and smashed it against my head.
"Still won't admit your guilt, huh? Let's see how long you can keep that mouth shut!"
I screamed.
With a searing pain, blood and Avalynn's ashes streamed down my face.
At that moment, my world shattered.
Crowley stomped on my hand and sneered, "Are you putting on another act? Where are you hiding Avalynn?"
"She's dead! She died from eating chili. Her ashes are right under your feet! If you don't believe me, call the hospital and ask!"
I knelt there, screaming at Crowley like a mad woman, choking on my own sobs.
"Fine. I'll expose your lies right here."
Fuming, Crowley dialed the hospital director.
The director's voice came through, sounding helpless. "Mr. Baldwin, I'm deeply sorry. Your daughter has indeed passed away. I heard it was her birthday that day."
