The Scars I Walked Through Fire For
I turned my head and looked directly down at her.
“Do you remember the night before I vanished, Celeste?”
All the blood drained instantly from her face, leaving her looking like a wax mannequin.
“You and Dad sat in the library,” I continued, my voice echoing relentlessly.
“You willingly told the federal investigators that I had stolen internal company files because I was bitterly jealous of Preston’s promotion.
You eagerly handed them my personal laptop, which you’d loaded with falsified emails.