The Scars I Walked Through Fire For

You called me emotionally unstable.

You told them I was insanely obsessed with blaming this family for the Pacific Star fire.”

“Evelyn, that is enough!” my father roared, finally losing his composure.

I smiled.

A faint, deadly curve of the lips.

“You were right about exactly one thing, Arthur,” I said softly. “I was absolutely obsessed.”