The leather chair creaked as I shifted my weight.

I ran my eyes down the third page.

Vanessa said I was the one who lost my temper over the spilled breakfast.

She told the detective I started yelling at Emma for making a mess on the floor.

“She’s telling them I ordered her to do it,” I said.

My voice sounded thin and tinny.

I looked up from the stapled packet.

“Vanessa told the police I told her to physically punish my daughter.”